In the centre of the circle is a woman laying sentences
into loose pieces. Air caught inside a balloon

A moist glint on the lip & somepart anatomy
formed in a knot. I see now it’s not a balloon but one mouth moving both ways

Head back, tilted, honestly everyone loves a secret
teeth fashioned from the tea stained pot

Outside the prefab building it is another season &
different friends. We each bring with us a weather to practice


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