nineteen and feather fat
turning kaleidoscopic boxes and
leaning through frail-tempered furniture
this is the photograph of a hairline
and I am smiling arrows to her
alongside sub-lit female fires
4...
3...
2...
1...
when taken was another word for
fallen twice
a goat licked tentatively at
my melting rubber soles
and blood was breakfast
beyond the edges of my failing sight
perhaps on a rim of thin
cracked glass
is it a page or a limb?
[What is someone to think
as they try desperately to be
a decent human being?]
[…the monsters…]
L I M B __
“served
with eggs and toast
o.j. and classified ads”
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“upon soaked sheets
awake and the wife
awake”
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