(three hour slice)
legs crossed at creases, skin-on-skin
deep in conversation
skinny pool between my thighs
exert a laboured, rhythmic force
through the city obstacled course
tickling lines lick my spine
up three storied flights
where day has cooked the air to ripe
bare, full glowed-up body shine
study clouds and reclined stems
wavy, dehydrated delirium
air meets neck beads, shiver-blind
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| Robert Canali, Wake, 2011 (Archival Pigment Print) |