I pearl a leaf’s bottom, a marble drinking light, hatch out minute, green as the leaf I rest on, devour, mixing its yellows with
Above small fish with gaping mouths we float, motor dead. The lake’s warm as soup, noon glare blinking off your glasses as you pull
Eyes closed, I inhale, I imagine:
a fine needle in the arm opens your chest,
raises you to a high pitch,
sets you humming all night.
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