02
gas

 

You master the blue opaque moths.

They dart in sulphurous spirals for you

curl their sighs beneath the steel

that captures liquid in black

and turns it hurricane.

You press my fingers to speak of moths

but their language is not mine.

I stare at their empty beds

and raise my head to call your name.

 

Folded size 145mm x 145mm
 
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