Cheltenham: CHS Facade edition with preface

#1566
Your voice came through her (I heard it distinctly,
how you curl around your vowels), then I knew that
the voice you gave me (silvery, icicle smooth) was
false, that it had all been a ruse— the deeper layer
is between you two, I’m a cardboard cut-out. I’m
a big advertisement for my own rod, not much
else, but we’ve been here for years, with pretenses
that these things have to happen, & they don’t.
The male as pathetic— the voice with useless grain
in it. I want you to see how hungry I am, right? Not
just to be in you, but to settle as something concrete
in your guts. But the authority is in the icicles.
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