you see how the wheels keep turning
driving the lines of your hips
the curves of your skin
the bridge of your bones
you see and you let them turn
let them come
let them drown
in the ocean of your eyes
the forest of your hair
the constellation of your cheeks
you see and you tell them that’s what they’re supposed to do
turn
to the main road of your back
the shortcut of your thighs
the freeway of your veins
you see
and they turn

– that’s why, darling, you’re a curse

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