curse of a crumbling, impermeable rhinestone
sulci/deepening graves, a sundered jealousy
spilling the paint on vine and lattice;
hands pulling water clinging,
up and free from the basin, dripping/returning,
the half-vivification of a blurry face...
mud drifting back into the skin -
it's raining but there is work to be done
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