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In the place of bright dust We ransack the sun Back from her bed We stretch high/baseball bat/wood Crack in earthen shower You are there behind the fence Holding the baby On easter sunday We walk in wedding circles Discuss the tropics, somewhere On your back I write Sixteen dances/crickets in tall grass/waves melting shore rocks I pour you coffee as you squeeze the yolk in deviled eggs And I fumble with the crepes Halfmoon/full/french peninsula/the photograph of your riding a merry-go-round Full, wordless smile I search for the soothing leak that Sleeps with frankincense First, nameless day/nameless, silent bowl You place the fruit in stained glass Watch the skins reflect blurred jet-plane/kind sky What’s left is my burning muscles Aching for you in tiny flint Your lips Your thing that bleeps with breath With the empty canteen I leave it in the car Reset Cigarette kiss to your bird, My best friend Cuddled in croissant You make rain a baker’s dozen Awake The body inhales
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
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In the place of bright dust We ransack the sun Back from her bed We stretch high/baseball bat/wood Crack in earthen shower You are there behind the fence Holding the baby On easter sunday We walk in wedding circles Discuss the tropics, somewhere On your back I write Sixteen dances/crickets in tall grass/waves melting shore rocks I pour you coffee as you squeeze the yolk in deviled eggs And I fumble with the crepes Halfmoon/full/french peninsula/the photograph of your riding a merry-go-round Full, wordless smile I search for the soothing leak that Sleeps with frankincense First, nameless day/nameless, silent bowl You place the fruit in stained glass Watch the skins reflect blurred jet-plane/kind sky What’s left is my burning muscles Aching for you in tiny flint Your lips Your thing that bleeps with breath With the empty canteen I leave it in the car Reset Cigarette kiss to your bird, My best friend Cuddled in croissant You make rain a baker’s dozen Awake The body inhales
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
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