Densities 288

I look at my vices
you are doing me in but
I smile
as I tremble
no you don’t use that language
with me
like that tree left standing in the
field
I don’t resemble anything out there
that changes hands
stones or seeds
rings or
bracelets made with promises
I love you but I don’t know you
when I have you around
sorry to break up the party
but you have to go

Densities 288

Anthony DiMichele

Friday Harbor, United States

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