Sam is a recently arrived orangeman with a taste for birds and small rodents, and a leper’s double bell of moral pariahdom to match.
This orangeman’s
newly discovered
traditional route
takes you
in his stride
starting from scratch
at the foot of the bed,
and gingerly step
by step proceeds
by the crook of your hip
to the undulating
bronco he rides
on a breast-bone perch.
He wants your breath
and will have it.
Breathe. Breathe in.
Take it. Give it.
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