she gasps as if
finding a storage of electricity. It happened
under a slurry of neon and city. Eels
on a brick sidewalk;
an abstract canvas. She squirms.
I dig
hands into pockets; I roll
my fingers in defense. I imagine
I am packing
great rolls of wire. A coupler
wound through her left ear. I make
contact, a sensory shock.
She grounds me.
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