Ruth Lepson

as enough approaches
I add hyphens and dashes
alone we leave the effort
the day moves forward slowly
yet quickens the heart
then overturns the applecart
so slice the calendar while you can

folded into yourself
how hard you are working on sleeping

my fingers grew long
and tears left the tips of my fingers

the rug dissolved
no things no bodies no separation

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