rhythmically pushing
the bedclothes into a rigid boundary
"Pain? Another sensation
and there are so many sensations..."
I wished we lived on a train
so I could flick my ashes out the window
so the lights from the stations we passed through
would move across her face in interesting patterns,
from back to front
"Watch my mouth. It will become
an interesting shape."
Instead, she kissed me
like the long fields of green wheat
we can see from the observation car
(Originally published in Tyounyi, 1989)
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