Everything’s Expendable
I cannot live with you inside me.
You cannot live without.
What are we to do
With such
Perfect potential
For romantic
Catastrophe?
The smooth cool lid of the swallow.
The ripple of wine in a glass.
Smooth tinklings
Of something
Not quite lost.
A near miss.
A feint.
Biological fluctuations in a blue flame bottle.
Everything is expendable.
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