Aloneness is tangible.
It shrugs right up against you
And presses against your skin.
It smells cold and aches.
Heat up the oven.
Stir your sweet sauces.
Put on your...
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it’s easier, i think, to see
substance in silence
and ghosts, than in lions
and hosts. after all, bees
do not relate with words or touch
but...
