The Sneaky § Sneak
daisy chain zines
Sundays too she woke early
rested clothes on collarbone sturdily
then with cracked heels that ached
wore shoes two sizes too small & lips charcoal.
I'd wake and hear the car
splintering off on hill beyond changing gear.
Speaking indifferently to her
on the phone she'd ring from her break, short
penciling her thoughts into my days.
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