After—Worlds

After worlds of separation and needling leaves
tired of rest
a restlessness sat up upon her lap
and his effluvium bit her
fixed her a history of pictures gamboling
her mind
a peculiarity with
little too little crying was born
there—in that there—between them.
__________

(Drawing above, Some Dude)

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