in the warmest two-armed velour bosom
the phone's receiver vaguely lipped over with black mold
should any festooned trouble arise, remember, or
crack smoke rings with the best hand-me-down lips
yr handsome black-blue escape, remember, or argue
the face in the island's mirror unable to commit to the win
things fall through your teeth terminal things bright
things may come to this. easy repeating things. lists.
men remember via stimulation of the limbic, women
hung on the tip of your nose hung from newly greened oaks
hung from the noon sky hung from new oceans hung from rivulets
of memory cut paths hung from a polished window pane
suspended freely beside a framed print of a Zorn gouche
a mother's exhaled feeling of feeling, nails dug under
soft new flesh, free of disgust or discernible muscle
always new. rippling. introducing her into the universe.
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