Habituation
by Susannah Lodge-Rigal
Sky repeats Rotsweet pear undoes Here I thought
I could keep if I tried Often I’ve thought
of an outside : hill & the house
belonging The architect who thought:
we’ve lost the hill the hill we’ve lost it
I pretend every gone finds position I’ve thought
another way I should attend to you but today
I am while flinch-ticking at the thoughts
In me is as fruit left long Outside
gestures in light—companionable as thought
is to hurting What does it mean to promise
to each other To keep & To hold thought
until I promise the sounds a throat can
Soon unbother thoughts & still Soon ungather to sky sky sky
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