trevor landers

A bricoleur's guide to human relations

    very late, blood pulses slowly
        through the day's coagulants
"you know passion beating,
     romanticism; romantic; romance
Compassion: unbounded love" she says
     and there are nods of unspoken knowingness
and then more boldly still, the great ornithologist:
"i love what constitutes love. i think i understand the equation
Oh yes; i hear the sound of the birds, of at least, five or perhaps six species"
   lying awake, listening to birdsong

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