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{at dawn} aleah sato You wanted symmetry, tendrils against shadow, and I took to the tree branches and outlined what I could. I never liked dancing, always wanting to lead, and you, stronger by design, kept my position. It helps that we are equally taut, brought up to whittle the world so that all want dissipates into the ethers. I take you to bed in this fashion, measured, cautious, but always hearing the song of the vacuum, the in-between. Our table is a place for gods to gather, where no one meets our expectations. Sorrow is as transparent as wind through cotton sleeves. These three fates, and you, dark bird, demand from me the sound that cracks through stillness, moves the deer to another kind of danger. |
