in this heat, I feel as if
I should be spooning myself
back into my sweltering frame.
there are two kinds
of grace in this world
and the better of the two
is pooling under my eyes,
strolling down past the corners
of my lips, taut like a ribbon.
I open my mouth and glisten.
I’m attempting to drink
more than my share
of the oceans.
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