Gummed stuck in the meated huff I thought of fishing trips,. That time I saw Grandpa tear his webbing between hand and thumb clean out. Haste was thick and rising. The bass lay in the boat, gaping. I took the hook out.

I caught myself drifting again, metallic pluck of iron sent me hauling. My dreams, allowances, or dismembered muse babe.

I awake from a carousel feverdream. Has kept me pressed against the seat. Between the laughter is a guardrail.

We made a deathcamp together, remember? Canvas and sticks in your backyard. We could flex so far we split straight into the back bending light of tremble. A wormhole ripple, shivering. I knew then we were too good for one another. You never learned to stop transcending. I felt afraid of you before I ever saw your gleam.

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