i want to peel the sphere of the year
until one single early evening is left
of spring, about to become the summer,
repeated over and over again.
my syncopating heart, as though a drummer
would mess about every other note,
makes sense somehow of everything i wrote,
then makes me erase it, over and over again.
dec 2025
the peel
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