for touch even if only
the touch of the mind
the mind of a clothes dryer
spinning my sodden thoughts
the mind of a freezer
cycling them on and off
the rhinoceros mind
of the garbage truck
charging up and down
these valleys I mean alleys
the Thursday mind
of the mind’s week off
the by then we’ve gotten
over it mind empty and afloat
fresh out of everything
thirsty for you
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