Losing them, fixing them, forgetting to put them in
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Night time is as hollow as an egg caught in the shadow of your thigh.
Stones grow. Each step windows sprout blue.
Two birds watch me peel a cucumber green.
for Rachel Your hair is a shadow of the sea’s breath. A pause without hands or mouth.
for Rachel Her eyes like a small back pocket filled with love.
David Bond