Sidelined
I tune my jeweler's saw against breastbone and bench
blade forward, you quaver and lock taut
I slice you, waxed, through copper sheet
but oh my love you confound me
you run through my breath
through the crickets' throb
the one-note ache that slows my tools to night
you've gone -- a fox to the grapes
tail flicking
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jbprince
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