Honey: Such a clear notation, the back of a spoon—that shine, real real clean.
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Honey: Wide river, fast edges spinning out into a woman’s hair in a fairy tale, thin pages between fingers. Small globe on her fingertips, painted tear and black thong underwear. An airplane, loud voice pushing ripples inward, the man next to her, his fat, clean hands. Waking up, a trailer in the woods, puppies in a shed out back, behind that nothing, behind that, woods, behind that everything, a slim creek dancing. Amber spread clean over silver, curved hollow – memory between twenty-year bones. We have caught this clear animal, these fluid muscles and veins. Held up roughly, loudly to yellow light, mixed shadows, angles & delicate-strong blankets, pointed edges, a thin layer of am.
