Friday, March 11, 2016


yr rained sleeve de focused past the burning
one fork before yr mouth taste the tower ri
sing from yr back yr head ache's cloud in
grime inhabits what yr hands let go
grip a stem of air air was sluffing sk
in a sidewalk t urns the water wh
ere yr feet once passed past again


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