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We tripped over commas all summer,
ampersands bursting your blouse of blase
American chat. Swinging our keys over the pier,
we bracketed whole topics in the undercurrents
of silence, (lips) slipping assonance, (your fingers)
covered in ink. where I touched you,
& put a full stop where I shouldn't have;
your exclamation marks march!ng down the road.
*Daniel Sluman is a 23 year old Undergraduate studying English Literature and Creative Writing at the University Of Gloucestershire. He has been published in magazines such as Snakeskin, Cadaverine, Shit Creek Review, Orbis, & Popshot.
