actants

now I speak and he writes
settled
oh
you’re writing everything
there can be no secrets then
except in the unsaid

Marjorie Josephine untied her robe
the television made the shadows shift
shudder like fence posts do headlights
across a pasture of fresh snow
a kiss snagged on a sundial
atop a whale with hiccups
the ocean, a ghost with the knife inside us

did you get all that
oh
so you don’t write everything
just me
my part
then next time I will be repeating
that way it’ll be both

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