hang out your heart to me, in mimetic structure,
a rival, a stark, a mirror to my own bone-jawed disconnection.
perhaps by archaic means, playing telephone by candlelight.
your paper cup to my string.
my tunnel to your ear. your ear to my tunnel.
i never had that sort of window.
i would give you mine again, but its on loan [...]
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