Alexa Laing-Moore
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so poignant a terror, trembling
uncertainty under cover of a smile
and soft touch and sex and secret
affection—minimized window
desktop lived in economic power state
small stirrings on the
surface,
belie the the tremors below
whale song vibrations for chopping
the calm bones to nervous shards
I’ll take my tea with you,
sweet honey, and drink your desire
in great
greedy
gulps