on
big dining tables
soft but perpendicular chairs
and distant paints in loyalty
some plates
forks and spoons and knives.
I was shy
then yesterday went by
all devoid of dishes
in full mercy of this finger tips
of almost endurable distaste
and this waste
in blue.
hasty habits
intimate fullness
that's what we avoid
and discharge in haze.
celine charcoal
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