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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{post impression}
  paolo rhys


1.
[& so there,

with your tits.

yes, I keep my head down too,
but you missed
         the sun disappear-
         ing into
     no thing

was the crack in the pavement
more of an op-
         en heart than
         mine?

here, where your boulevard swelled
         & crumbled,
I will draw a map in the dirt,
         this coin will be love,
& this blade of grass
me,

that dizzy leaf, you
         (all covered up in bareness).
the gravel,
         the continent between us]

how you stayed in my head each night,

how I awoke each morning, (at
first smiling) & then…

2.
if:

the ragged color of chutes (umb-
         rellas, automobiles)
streaks into the eye,
         and
               the downpour
         of silence
               is maddening,

and—who knows—(none)
better
than these        walls
that        madness
is       hand sewn,       stitched
to fit      every            corner,

then:

         unless
               the rain
                   betrays me,

         this
            wet
                  street
        is
        one of
         a thousand
all made
from your lips, your
sleep.