dying
in a simulation
we bounce
pianos
off
My alcohol
moon
hosanna
songs
for the tornado's
amen
swan
Mouth and its past
for the black
puberty
of touch
My longest injury
for the infant's
blue hunger
pain
that opens
the remote
ear of hell
A glimpse of my birdkiller baby
for the rested
weariness
of your knee
high fatigue
and a touch
that comes
in twos
A scrape of my tongue
for an empty
anxious
dog
licking your wrist
in a room
painted trap
door blue
A dead
window.
A hole
kept in a dark
minded
fly.
The school
where you held
and dropped
your first
gun.
Shy
anthills
from the no
museum.
A cut of my body
for one
glass day
in the slow
photograph
of sleep
The sleepwalker's
peaceful death
stopped
so few of us
in our tracks
that god
with a sheepish
violence
said animal
animal
animal
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