Daniel Sluman

Daniel Sluman

  THE COTTAGE   We don’t remember how we came back to it each night the attic door opening its corner of black as dark as the...
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Daniel Sluman

Daniel Sluman

You reel her into your arms / like the most beautiful fish / promises burning through / the bones you suck / peppermint from her tongue / & pull her hard into the linen / of your jacket her lashes curl / & you clench tight can smell / the lake in her hair as her childhood / starts to wind itself up

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