the art of dialing
j.d. schraffenberger
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Perhaps we shall lie at length
and find each hour of the day
or night by shadows resolving
on your hips—bright as they are
in their skin: but perhaps
we’ve fallen already,
and time is now paused
all around us, passing over
every object: Coke bottle,
two cups, over here
under the whipping sheets
on a line, too loud to hear
my voice asking now?
as the light settles
on the grass next door.
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