tonight we're going out into the field, darling. far out.
i won't see you again til the pictures come back
we'll point the lens where the world would be
had it not been and gone so quick
perhaps it still exists between the clicks
even our faces might rematerialize
thanks for the kisses but i fear i'm your salt lick
hollowed out on one side and more sensitive there
where the wind passes through i glimmer
my elbows operate as if by riding straps
with your shit i can still pluck the unfrozen grass
my knuckles are warm and let me tie the knot
but a massive arctic front is imminent
i'll stand in the kitchen window to watch you squat
by Jan
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