rough, slivered bars

run parallel loops

around my life

stockade and picket, 

linked barriers

the same material 

as my heart,

carbon forged 

in star bellies.


in and out

are illusions

within the quantum mist.

and your love

billows through

the cracks

and open spaces

brushing the fields,

growing my stems 



the round swell

of a clay vessel

is permeated

by the oil

it contains,


in the hollows.

its perfume

cannot be quoined.

and distance 

and difference

are a scintillating



© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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