What, for which happened here
the blinds rolled out for you – just
a bit, splits and spits in sand

allowing different airs

a long-shore drifting

to penetrate and poke her way
the sticky mass, the throbbing, the
gagging with heat, a tongue lolls

so all rushup push and to the crack;
it manifests in leadlined glass –
we find, suddenly, the air

is fine for breathing

we fill a lungfull, bags swell and
though ziplock up again:
panic quickly looks like

panic: a panting, a hyper-ventilation
and gum forms underfeet and

soon it seems that summer comes
as it always does.

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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