Our foiled efforts to compress
Us stroking chasms greater than our wholeness
The fable of us stirring voids into precious liquor
Blurry and turbulent--I am a fathom beneath
a gathering of pestilence, a mere or lesser evil of dream
I fish but surely I am not a fisherman
At the entry was a school and the school was swimming
What does a net look like that captures these
water under and over me
I am nee a fish
flopping
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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