Hannah
Lilly’s house, Dresden
Soft, the wainscot. Foothold lawns.
Maine, New England. Anxious. Months of cupped hands, handled. Charged. A tree
of gathered, flower. Figures. Bury your face. A universal custom. Flags, enough
to form a sea. Tongue, meet pebble. Water, broke. How often does a poem. In
tiny house, a town, a town, a trestle. Deep drop of generations, yard. Some
qualities are effortless. French and German Huguenots. Can’t subject an
offence. Years of so-called civilization. Miserable, miserable. Scuffmarks.
Unrelated lilac progress. Disjunct; foresworn to some stout parchment. Paper,
ornamental script, a seal. Draw beeswax, lilt. The pleasures of the human body,
hid. Suppress, suppress. Incorrectly read the signs. Ancestors, jabber. Chapter
X, if weather permits. A draft, a sketch, a windowsill of dead flies swept.
Rebuffed. Unpassage, mouth. When we say the name, and. And. A nickname, west.
Abandoned. Then we turned a deficit.
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