the letter x and number 3

when close enough to
unhinge cotton windows
thoughts can be thrown
aside like pillows—
coalesce awaits among
the blankets while
each thought of suicide
is absolved at every little death—
only the adroit
find that life is a simple
exchange of atoms
a tease of tangled sinew and lousy lays.

Asha Deaving

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