sheet swatch
tone cool
word trap, well,
i might

  be stealing these words

sieve wet grounds
out of the sensual
and then slip

     ka-ching

salt
ground deep

loose
and loosened
until lucid,

the lines
resolve

to something
narrower; a band
of orange

appears
in the clouds

i cannot make an object
to explain this,
with more

than sticks; the man
only

has eyes
for his Crush

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