Confession as self reflection and falling as the unwalked city; in short, all the things I say to you at this poetry reading in a dim alternative club
Lend me a line is the first thing I whisper to you, and the first thing I think of you is quiet—
as in me, stilled,
staring from across the small and rounded stage in this dim alternative club,
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