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I hold such bated breath
My hand a brimming trove
I hold such spinning wheel
That my years gape wide.

And I say yes, as true as Troilus.

The moon having all to do with it, we wait and speak of nothing. I stare at your wealth as a

Penelope on the boredom bridge
By Jayne Amara Ross

Light crawls up the buildings like fast and gilded ivy,
Fireworks to the foggy eye, fencing the fickle season,
My mind still buoyed in alcohol.

Penelope on the boredom bridge: fighting off the sleepy knock, my voice blue-boxing the last of the nocturnal phlegm, nausea sucking at my hips like a nylon nightdress.