it’s this
wavering time

she said

                 i see the fine
membranes
trembling /
               / the thin
reflections of
twisted orders

a free disguise
             when nothing’s
on offer

                  even

& the swollen bellies
of empty

i don’t want to
watch the greasy rivers

                            she said

where plagues
come in buckets

©2017 Reuben Woolley

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