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It is summer and we are still married Law dictates that we can pitch a tent wherever we want Easier said than done Light is early morning, all bone The straps of a heavy bag leave erotic marks on your shoulders Sand dunes grow up sideways, like the protogay child We laugh and discuss the non- arrival of our protégée child instead Laughing feels good so we laugh louder Babies are pointless who needs them Around us the midges form a constellation I admire their loveless manoeuvres LOOK THESE STARS HAVE WINGS you shout through the turbulence A couple fly into your mouth and crawl up your tongue You swallow with difficulty Sex for pleasure is very human but then again so are choke points Harnessed chaos is your thing and we don’t talk about it A midge bites behind my ear and injects saliva into my skin What each female needs is an abdomen full of blood I know Eggs are laid no matter what Her mouth parts work as two saws, perforating my skin I say THIS REMINDS ME OF YOU and clap the midge dead Wind hurls her tiny corpse elsewhere You touch your throat and point out the sound of the ocean Wave after wave Things are a little awkward now I want to dig a trench in the sand and lie inside, together A bodily grammar should, like the body, be full of holes