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Chemistries of us

transforming 

what we touch

into love

and a bug's need

to make it 

known;

On an evening walk 

in my neighbourhood,

watched by houses of stone,

lighted windows, 

wondering what the people 

in them do

as they move

room to room 

under the anemic moon

with their desires—

moths slamming 

wanting in

and people

wanting out.