I want you pressed between blank pages Horizontal lines Holding you hostage In the spaces between words Pinned down By each penned stroke Making it harder and harder to breathe Landscape is suffocating Be it in Technicolor brightness Or in monochromatic splendor


Face masks required Plastic snake segregation Together apart Six feet is too close Strangers in our own houses Long since out of reach What closeness remains A parting gift of presence Strange circumstances

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