curvature
in my plainness a seesaw
in her dream jaw her dreamboat’s jawbone
in our daily belly
in the church of rolling our own
a film
ghosting
a film
in a rug made of bread a tooth made of bread
in mannequins where small things kneel that are living
in claw-marks and in jigsaws of the crucifixion
in
crows balloons of the strangled
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