Sunday, April 22, 2018

what fell

bbreathe the ffog yr send a
c rust across the ditch the side
walk ends a tree glistens with
ice página congelada de pedidos y
rutas ,de olvidos ininexplicables
,it's the flames fistering on a
stove was shoulder glue mirrors
shattered in a stream your o
pen hand says all upstairs
outside behind garage a
st one a s tone a sto
len ineffulgent concentraction
is what never crawled next
week water rises in the
basement it's your stunning
door your blabber suit is
strings ejecting from yr mouth
fog hand
olvidos del agua


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