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Poems by Inchiki
the last time
last time i was here
you tickled me under the chin
with a feather you said it was
the most perfect pleasure
as it was the closest
to feeling nothing at all
now i am numb
but the pain comes in waves
like i am bathing in pure silver
and you are a ghost
there your heart is
ephemeral, mine
placenta like
thrown away or fed to birds
the going is the coming undoing
the gateway to love hangs open
on a rusty hinge
they say you went away
to pot plants to save your pennies
an experiment with time
that went horribly wrong
now all i hear is the news of your face
bleating the same anthem as yesterday
a voice crying to be ignored
mid the songs of war and death
an argument of mine
came to visit
i made tea
we were friends for an hour
then we went our separate ways
