Coastal Retreat, Z.Z. Wei
“double vision like an itch”
bothered by our reversals come morning
“matter continuously generated”
through a funnel
of double vision adds nothing
to the clouds
and peaks that
cannot be typed one after the other
but measured
i type my eyes out “when i am”
bright and bothered
meals take on a different quality
a continuous dispensation
of depleting and questioning
you point out is like an itch and that
“my back grows sails”
and that you love me for that
wind moving through edges and lightning
breath held close
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Arkava Das