The flaneur, Francis, is intolerant. Not like an adjective. A noun. It is the molten middle that keeps him warm. He is…
Even a crushed or listless memory
is a little sweet, laying like the skin of a grape
in the spring grass, gooey insides already eaten;
much the same way our shed clothes on the floor
puddle like petals and autumn, celebrating urgent messes that gust in our swelters and rage in windswept abandon;
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