Suckle on my collarbone

Terrain on my back

Long chainstrings of sand

Fingers on my scalp

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Deeper windows

cadences in affirmation

theres nothing less to bite

I stand as always on two and two

 

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This is not this is not

Skinned over eyes

Lurking and singing behind my right ear

Your wet tongue like a dog or camel, destroys this

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cream soda cloud around these blue chocolate rocks

all I want is drunken smears and

insubstantial swaths of intuition

your heavy hand on my leg of meat muscle bone gristle and need

 

 

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A bird lives in my ribcage

She acts without my knowledge

 

She has no mind for you

She takes takes and doesn’t care

 

She’ll steal him before I know she’s cut you

I feel her wingbeat and it’s too late.

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This nightly stew of every color

Presses on my neck and shoulders

I welcome the knots

I lick these wounds with savor