Yesterday I clapped my hand around the air and
summoned a new sound
Yesterday I crisped the edge of my thumb with match-flame
Yesterday, it was a sullen saturday with all its
marbled sunlight cracking on the faults of my
eye-glasses, I noticed that when the tip of my
tongue touched my taught lip, it made the hum
of a deep reed and smelled like nothing I have known
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