and this life is ok

as the body aches

for some light

ness of more than of

breath like, maybe

if it's lucky, lips

or a tongue-tip

up against it

the imaginable

becomes a limit

much too stringent

on what can be seen

and felt: get this

i'm not quite used

to quite the way

your killing teeth

are broken now

they look the same

you were too young

to leave and too young

to reach that high

and you never jumped

once, it would be

a bother maybe to

get married that

far away from

everything

i can see cities

burning as plain

and real as the skin

, pale, covering

your bones (paler)

come in, please

sit down

it's soft

let me watch

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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