in conversation with your neck I know I’m supposed to be in love with you but as you are lying back on your elbow under the vines talking talking your mouth moving like a hungry shark it’s all silent to me and all I can see are those creases in your neck why are they there and so many you are young and now that we are no longer supposed to be in love I love those creases they make me happy to think of and are really all I think of that strange and ugly stack of creases those creases they are speaking to me
Louise Wallace
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