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From this issue I tagged these two poems…
Grant Chemidlin’s I Hear the Shower Shutting Off
after D.A. Powell
Jotting down my last thought
before this world ends,
by which I mean
before you come in here completely
naked.
My angel, fallen
keep searching for those lost wings
inside me.
I hope
you never find them.
Each time you come
the world ends,
by which I mean
begins.
A sudden bursting.
Mark Ward’s In the Air
I make you come without either of us
touching your dick. And the awe in your face.
We are surrounded by fog. You drove us
up the mountains, beyond where lovers park.
I’d got out to take a piss and couldn’t
see in front of me: not fog, but thick clouds -
a Super Mario level where the world
theoretically exists below us
but only if you fall. A car crept by.
It just missed hitting us. It doesn’t
realise we are here. You have never been
as relaxed as this. Our hard breathing slows,
softens. Shall we go? I nod and you drive
thought the clouds, my face pressed to the windscreen.
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