CANAL

I try to do this without looking at you.
That’s how I know you, without looking at you.
The witness senses lie often enough.

The no-eye, all-eye, the no-witness intuits.

Damp sheets, inked-up fingers, black cable sweater, delicate double-skin.
Sketches, tangerine peel, chocolate, lolling debate.

 

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