Peter Layton

I could show you wedding photos
everything is white
white dresses, lots of white teeth showing,
the cake, white wall tires on the
getaway auto

later, lots of paper was white
people dressed in whatever
the sun burned my neck
driving away
I don't know where all the photos are now


Peter Layton

eel blue you
by the pool
the water dropping mirrors on your skin
the day meld hot but held still
wanting to hang on to everything
little bites of color were the other people
only there as a small distraction
like fish
I have lived seven hundred lifetimes since then
boiling burning
turning only into something
existing only at the peripherals of life
in the shelves of the deep ocean
no one knows if it exists
you don't know anymore exists


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