Talk to me. I'll believe anything.
Albert Goldbarththen
"love," or "falling in love," an extra density
textured into the weave of the days, a craziness,
an orchidaceous interdimensional blossoming of the otherwise
linear creatures we were.
... I slipped our wicker bed and walked the sands
where we were also roughly repeated: some young couple,
"you did," "I didn't," "you sure the fuck did" – they hugged
that bicker to their chests like blankets fighting cold.
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