i should have held it longer. i should have
seen the moment as a daffodil one cries onto,
dirt one tends to. 
perhaps spring will come again
and wither at the sight of me.

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kudos on the balls,
pulling me back from the dead. 
whiskey sour dances
in and out of the duat,
ventriloquist dummy ass.

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take me into your chosen
chapel, father, 
make me kneel and bleed
and bash myself 
against its walls
continuously,
continuously.

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i carved a pathway to infinity
in the palm of my hand.

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there’s discomfort in my comfort globe, 
patches in unbroken patterns…
don’t i know? 
my teller of tales tells tales and i 
listen. 
majestic globe.

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necessity has found me, 
now wears me like sheep
and goes: swim, swim, swim,
child, 
through shards of glass 
and wolf’s blood.

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it is always a new morning
around here. 
always the huffs and the puffs
and the carcass of me, 
rising.

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windows you can’t open from the inside,
but i’ve got sunshine under my fingernails 
and time if all else fails.

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no sound louder than the snapping of a bone,
or a wish stuck on the train track home.  

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i licked the bone clean
and told the dogs all 
about death. 

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pearls, rolling down 
the sidewalk
on their way to the shore. 
we’ve watched sunsets,
we’ve died. we’re good.

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i know you know
i’m letting you look. 
great eyes, torturous
use.

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coffee-stained pills, 
i look towards the window
and it’s tomorrow again.

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