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Caroline Crew

singular spectrum

 

also it was engaging when you said

You only put red in your poems

But what other colour is there

that could possibly matter?

 

When I lie prone in the desert

the oasis I build will be red

and the vultures above it

 

likewise I ask you to fuck me

outside so I can think the jigsaw

canopy red because your ceiling

is much too settled

 

When you stretch in the aftermath

you can have whatever colour you want

blurted across your eyelids

I am not asking for much

 

I am asking to be gentled

You may have my colours

but my colour is only red

 

 

 

delivery service

 

The great thing is actually not

volcanoes or the day’s end unending

Right now what is great is unavailable

 

but you can still send a message

What I want isn’t here

I went into the field looking

and found small grasses weeping for me

 

I asked them for a little silence

You can’t swallow

what you haven’t earned

 

Nothing was available

when I returned

The trunk was also empty

Whatever was spawned there

went looking, too

 

You can’t want inside shapes

they got ruined when we burnt the house

and forgot to unpack the boxes

which we had left inside

 

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