Alone on a shallow stage before a scrim made of paper I assume the shape of a pronoun.
I stand a little straighter, brush stray graphite from my outline.
To my right there is an ampersand made of black metal ribbon candy.
In the air I write your name then push it over the top so that form follows conjunction.
Now you & I are sentenced.
I forget to write the rest.
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an ambiguous valentine.
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To my right there is an ampersand made of black metal ribbon candy.
Kudos.
Umm. Really nice..
thanks very much for the reads and lovely comments.
i keep thinking there should be more parts to this...