Peter Layton

IN A CANYON

I could show you wedding photos everything is white white dresses, lots of white teeth showing, the cake, white wall tires on the getaway auto later, lots of paper was white people dressed in whatever the sun burned my neck driving away I don't know where all the photos are now

Peter Layton

ROCK DEPTHS

eel blue you by the pool the water dropping mirrors on your skin the day meld hot but held still wanting to hang on to everything little bites of color were the other people only there as a small distraction like fish I have lived seven hundred lifetimes since then boiling burning turning only into something existing only at the peripherals of life in the shelves of the deep ocean no one knows if it exists you don't know anymore exists

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