Above a Throat
Brian Allen Carr

I can undo you. Single handed like a button on a collar may, watching while you spread apart, as though above a throat. And the heaving breath like puddles beneath a gray sky accumulate. The reflections of blackbirds counted slow in the hollow. Ripples from the rain drops swimming out to the edges. And expletives, and expletives, gather around us like frozen mirrors in a mine.

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