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she sits him down in a swayed backed chair

reaches for still unyielding vine

and threads it through his torso

elbow across chest into pit, entwining

hands clenched tied back with wire

his desire to waken, unavailable

feet taped screwed to the legs to the floor

jaw stretched open stuffed silent

she tests the connection, push tug tilt

all is holding, secured in union

the restraints do not,

lessen, taut

world on paws, tipping in stasis, axis wrenched

she speaks and pulls flexing, waiting

he is talking, walking, her fingers flutter

he could be anyone.

it isn’t anyone. it is him,

alive with her nearly flipping

the switch on the sun

in the sky wide

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