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mike
Poems
Sep 2015
hers are the forest
it is not a set of lips.
but many, many lips.
but it is one
that i see.
it is one
that i try
to swallow
because she
has more than most,
hers are the only delicacy.
hers are trains
coming in and out of
the station
all night.
the door,
the doorframe,
and everything locked inside.
hers are the wild dogs
running around the house.
and the forest
eating every lost thing in it.
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