Another Life

A baby green anolein the bathtub gripsporcelain whileI shower. Petrifiedsurvivalists, both, wedrip. Used to stillnessin downpours, itmoves only whenI pluck its bodyinto my handsand bend a gentlecage. I’m savingyou from me, I say.Soaked. A prehistoricface pokesbetween thumbs,a spell on the...

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