fiveAnna 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.
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