by Christopher Barnes

In blue-grey dapples
stripped to raffish lines
your eyes stretch like snails.

You sit heavily,
monosyllables of rain
mapping skin.

Each jounce of petticoat
ruffles at your arm
upturned into a star
restyling our understandings.

Every parting
drowned in the now, the here,
should sink like this.

Separation by Christopher Barnes

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