"I'm intrigued by you," he says. "You're beautiful. Beautiful."
"Thank-you," I
Golden-eyed pigeons fly in pairs
grey squeaklings
linking space
You'd be surprised
alright
where you could be held
there
pinned in an up
I forget
I forget
if his eyes are green or grey or
You hold down my hand
I take what I need
not you
none
You're in your car
You're running out of gas
You pull in
I close one eye
to lose my depth of field
I am
I went down there
yesterday
I'm coming home today
you won't be there
anyway
I
Boy in the dirt
scraping around for the iron.
Six years
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