Sore Throat

Ice Skating in Central Park at the Wollman Rink. Photo by Bruno Barbey.

something is rusting in my throat, the ends of summer, i kept the apology meant for you//i’m growing smaller, honey-hay cottage, i still keep the postcards//i only see swan painted air, gaslights dissolve sweet on tongue, i fold the day into a newspaper memory//

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