Monday, September 10, 2018

In-dividuality


These few
need to be near me.
Draw themselves into the fold in-
creasing the density of space it-
self-personal bubble, but
flat out refuse to be
touched
There. Too in-
timate to be considered
delicately. Anywhere
these bubbles abut,
list and lean in-
to one another, there is
a bursting of the seams.



 Painting by Peder Severin Krøyer, c. 1881 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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