We sleep like stacked towels
eat like empty barrels
touch like adulterers on a train
though sometimes as old cats
sleeping as pipes with sand–
We speak like woven cotton letters
to an ear
Poetry
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We sleep like stacked towels
eat like empty barrels
touch like adulterers on a train
though sometimes as old cats
sleeping as pipes with sand–
We speak like woven cotton letters
to an ear
