stitched up

if my memory is right
we are in my kitchen,
although it is warmer, brighter
than my kitchen normally is.

you have wild hair
& i unpick
the creases
where your skin
comes together

it feels like
pale fabric

on a rusty transistor
they are talking about
the tides.

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