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perform
it is a show her self-assuredness her okayness her"I'm fines". she is terrified but she is a god of performance
pruned
from sun beamed on body days and days until flesh rot kidney and lung or carrion birds leave only bone she will stay road killed on road where he pulled her under him and left her to bleed out
counted
on you once twice thrice in love each time only head in clouds always only fish heart
pines
like thick viens pulled up from earth-skin by cloud-god palm against bark heat might be from sun might be from high up heart
lunacy
reach after straw man on wind he fly fast cuff of his sleeve just quicker n ur finger tips know you love him he know too? u push off ground with toes grab his shoulder he gone you left with hands fulla hay
casting
like a net over ocean wind lifting it up, pushing it down sailor arms struggle to keep it in place to hostage just a bite of the sea to live on so you cast your body over mine
tales
of giant beanstalks and men on moons and bread-crumb trails, it is no wonder we are so unsatisfied.
wall
walls yellow from cigarette smoke, peeling from humidity of georgia. her baby begins to cry and she looks down at him as if she has forgotten he is the weight in arms. as if she did not remember that without him, she wouldn't feel so heavy.
speak
the wood floor speaks to my feet as they sweep up & down the hall. "go to sleep" it creaks, moans as wind bends beneath it. when you are a writer, everything talks.
must
never think about rain and baseball and the sound of a wet bat missing the thin skin of a perfect pitch.
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