Whisper
Darin Bradley

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I speak instead to the rolling bruises
buried in my skin -- there is nothing
this silence will make of cruets and oil
or bedroom endeavors.

There is nothing this silence can make
of the sheetwarmth you leave for water
and something you've already seen.

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