Viscose

Footbridges are her chalkboard.
She erases the night
with her tongue. No spitting

allowed. If she could write
like you used to
speak, she’d drop

all R’s
(reading, ‘riting, ‘rithmetic)
to make room for one long

queue that snakes
along those unmarred banks.
But she just can’t do it.

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