AND NOW, THIS; as if there could
have been some other thing:
erotic stuffing, say, or the ever-

flagrant aura of elect belonging.
Here’s wishing you delivery
into safer hands, or to some

undreamt-of reparation, compulsion’s stutter
relapsing into rhythm, even the words
of expectation unscrambling as you speak.

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