I kiss, so this gentle

I kiss so, this gentle flits

the remnant mirror. To sidetrack the

jonesing now. That’s me, the ton sur ton

singer ad lib. Thrusting the hours

in a hangman’s noose.

This kiss also, this gentle collects

us to us as evidence. So when

I breathe that note, that one note

so deep so low a silence swathes our

knottingness, there is always that

distant kiss, that now is echo.