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DEAREST MAN
One of us is a deer
footsure
mulching
munching
whatever’s underfoot… above… beyond
the wet woods
berries red unearthed in snow
listening for whales a while away
the other
has ears heated by Hendrix
wailing and wailing and wailing and wailing
is the record skip skipping?
is my heart
skip skipping?
do it again
make me feel it
feel it
again
make me
feel lit
again