Asbestos! : a love story

I wouldn't mind
if the world reduced itself
to your face
opposite my face.

Slow tilted everything.
Two soft whirls of bread, oh how
I love bread. Or half-painted canal
masks, bright and bone, breathing dry
on a dust-strewn table.

When the service was over
they cleared the chairs, filed
the name cards and flowers.

Even after you drained
the semi-fine wine,
petted to tears someone's
bored, tactless children;

Even after they drop
kicked our building, years too
late- dough cringe iced
memory long charr
baked,lung plumed-

I'll wait,

I'll wait.

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