smells of oil and driftwood
\nof candle wax and melted solder
\nchips of things we find in our
\nbed in our clothes our hair
\nso far we have come close
\nto stamping each other out
\nerasing each other in a series
\nof ratcheting needs spelled out
\nin early morning arguments
\namazing how little we can say
\nwithout listening you would talk
\nof ants while I am on the theme
\nof butterflies when I come over
\nto put my tongue on your neck
\nyou ask if I have turned
\nthe generator on I sit back and
\nthink of planting crops while you
\nwould have us out there cutting
\ntrees gravel spits up when your
\ncar pulls out of my driveway
\nmy dishes clank
\ntogether in the sink and I remember
\nthe first time I pushed my face
\nagainst your sunwarmed shirt
\nthe smell of seaweed wild roses
\nand wet leaves<\/p>\n
published in: Showcase Press smells of oil and driftwood of candle wax and melted solder chips of things we find in our bed in our clothes our hair so far we have come close to stamping each other out erasing each other in a series of ratcheting needs spelled out in early morning arguments amazing how little we can … <\/p>\n
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\nIssue one\u00a0 2006<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"