Kindred
we haven’t been beautiful since then / toothsome in the thrums of our youth / sun dappled through rain / all bright stranger-faces were wide and wider / my voice wound round us in thick-thick clucks / digits dragged along upholstery, each car-hair distinct / a voice flung from the stereo: listen, listen down that sound: you yes you / i
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