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ANYTHING SUDDENLY

Do you have in the feminism of your immediacy
Enough wine for the two hundred readers of secrets?
Or is the serenade contour of the breeze enough
To get them speaking sparks, red books stacked
On white shelves being tipped into the fire,
Goddamn happy to letter perspective again
And grandeur again and fireflies seen through
Window fans are the ocean, yikes I'm white!
Disturbed and amused by gold lipstick on someone
Scuffling in my longing, sure, anything suddenly