I woke in a gold dress you in jeans. Morning filled wine bottles in the kitchen ashine with fine mica glitter of fish scales and salt. It was quiet. We coiled in scarves outside – me sugar, you milk. You said: That went well, don’t you think? Sun behind you I kissed the hole in the light and said, Yes.
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