You warn about boundaries.
Chris Taylor

1. The restaurant, crowded. Grandmother tells of the night
everyone watched they two tangle up
like kites.
My eggplant disintegrates into garlic
and oil.

2. In my hair: mouse nests,
tea spoons,
small pockets
of cinnamon.

3. Pretend I have rolled
myself in glue
and broken glass
and am running at you
swiftly.

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