the atomic truth: they never touched.
heard her evaporate across the organs.
there are universes in her singularity.
her soul burned on Jupiter’s moon.
coffee’s made from stuff of souls.
it rained in the cartographer’s dream.
you the 99 percent look up incredulous.
dusk in a new city chafes.
got her knickers in a twist.
not a cancer of pain today.
death has her legs splayed out.
she writhed in pain, started tsunamis.
water will facilitate her last escape.
the summer she rescued her writing.
then his art gave him away.
the storm threw everything at her.
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