reading room

write on skin
in fat smooth cursive and red wine
ink
hurried epiphanies
freckle-blotted and warm

write
anything always any and all
days

I am a quiet reading room with a view of the sea
rolling through the quiet smell of
dictionaries

write a story
before All The Time In The World runs out

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