Fog Sisters

August 2009

The way we can walk past each other without looking at anything
Frequencies squashed
Antenna belted and raw
Bound straw men clothed in modern rot
Cursed verse only fit for futures past
Bibles forgotten and woven threads rotten
Vowels that have edges and clicked dry tongues stick
Fingers twisted in pockets
Fingers fisted around lockets
Sisters lost in fogs

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