Dolby sound ringing

carved ears that clang of mountains

garlic, scallops and cobs.

Doilies drip blood of dead Cabernet

and. Zooming exhausted kitchens.

Unexplored miniature boxes

inside. Isolation lane.

Quarantined.

Navigating smoked oven wishes

that. Eiffel the tower of my aching heart.

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