12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice


There are others


but she

the only god I see –

feline-faced, sleek-slicked


wired well

fine skeleton

beneath the surface

an afterthought of solidification

as though she might

at any moment


the corporeal

like a muslin slip

return to the ether


dual green suns


regard here and afar


she sees me and through me


so that my own shape

and hers

are ribbed

in whiskered shadow

between us:





her purr


an idea



in the dance’s

critical threshold


we come to the edge of words

Tell me wotcha reckon

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