PROMPTS
I hear a man climb the stairs and clear his throat
Outside a war is raging
Taste blood on your tongue
I write this only to rob you
People turn to stare from streetcars, spitting
Of fish and water snakes
If your neighbour disappears
It can spread, it can spread
Your wife and your daughter and your son, gone
In his black armour
Hawk
I have gone too far
Beneath my hands your small breasts
It isn't that you are beautiful
Salt
For my love is far away and death is closer
As though a masterpiece
Coffee. Warm bread
I have nowhere to go, nowhere to be
Who will remember us?
Listen, a moan, a murmur, a snigger
To mate for life
Many would have stopped before this
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