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                                oh you
          young students with your studied walks
                                how you stretch the step
                     how you plant the catch
                                that’s what these legs were made for
                     and your crafted exss
                     joke-commenty and flexible and where else
                                could you possibly put
                                          a tattoo

                                you make me
          too old now to keep pace –
                     I just wander around in circles –
                                          you make me
                                too quiet to talk
                     and leave me only my breath …

                                … thank you





breathing wormhole: ‘I wanted to write a poem’
Brighton & university wormhole: objective intimacy
lifetimes wormhole: ‘once upon a quarter century …’
living wormhole: A206 / Plumstead Road: / perched on a wall
settling wormhole: open / window
speech wormhole: here is a / whiney accumulation of / wisdom