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Anna Elena Eyre
Ben Jonson is your silverback
you dropped his hand between
space of negotiation
it lay chopped
he came back
around to kiss your hand
three times
when you thought he’d gone for good
before / the first time / but this time
he says this time
is the time he has
to really go and aren’t you
going to go too /
says the subject
of flesh as life
is too broad
you laugh and drop your
hand
shrug Ben
Jonson off
he is convinced thatifhe walks youwillfollow on knuckles away to the promise ofthen.
a way youfollow drumof lungs. hedoesnot notice the troop leader’s handdiscarded. on
the floor. your hand ishis with threetimesa charm. dropped. you wonder what subject
wouldbe narrowor fit right along. band. the blackpaw is an amulet youride bareback
and bridle-less with. reins are a main but you donnot want to direct. the hand does that
instead. thisisan outlawstunt. thisisthe run of secondhands that keepsecret what
youdidnotfilltheirspacebetween with. youare notlate youare absent and havenot yet
beguntoend.
Anna Elena Eyre
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