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Signs of Love (Imagination)

Love isn’t pretty. It startles you in the nightgrabs you by the throatempties your soulleaves youprayingin the dark silencea primordial light washes the floor,raises your edges: the weave of the bedspread,your hand, and its pop-top scar, tiny white hairs, two sun spots, creases, veins,one broken half-polished nail, the pencil callous on your middle finger, every lie you’ve …

Photographing a Fragrance

New, white leather shoes that squeak and pinch(but, oh, my first heels! and I don’t complain)Sulfur, a match flare, warm beeswax and myrrh. Kneel.                                                 Shuffling      …