1 New Poem

Exist

You rush through me, port call
wager flooding spaces between,
shipping reports cluttering, stacking
up Caribbean minders’ stockade
file room banner march, molecular
by nature.

Permeable, I let in breaths,
let in illusions, let in
chapbook illustrations, let in
breaking weight, being there
in lighted solemn digression
just to

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