sway
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The cave does not expand past the dark
And the trees—
Through all their leaves, they have no tops
I asked the birds about it
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What’s more
The worms the birds had touted
Between their beaks
Claimed underground
Was just as boundless of a feat
Showed me westward toward the sea,
Great foaming mouth that greeted me
I closed my eyes, counted to three,
And found myself shrunken,
surrounded
By the song that makes the waves sway
By the gentle scratching of the sand
I clung on the back of my salty host
And left that lengthy land
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Past the buoys and the boats
We watched the lights blink off the shrinking coast
holiday
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kitten ears and rubber bands
rounds of atom bombs and ribbon
made it raining through the morning
dinner burning in the kitchen
wrecking havoc on a heaven
uprooting reasoning and heirs
color growing out from sunshine
making magic out of air
ryb
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primary colors
oozing under
the sudden sound of static
plastered white
and
winded
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wasted game day on the baby
through her tune the mood had shifted
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he
shifted in his chair, slid sloping steady toward the floor
eyes knocked shot out through the glovebox
same static same black as before
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in the place you graced before your birth
the taste of
animal matter
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april
chewed, strained & crude
voices
youtube love songs &
hummingbird feathers
detached & reenacted
split second scenes like
fleshy car crashes
memories played back in a fortune-teller’s flashes
as long as there's space they'll be a place to share
anatomy
arms and legs and ears and face and back and ass
nail polish chipping on fingernail clippings
tucked in dirt and sand
the indentations on my skin are canyons for bacteria,
bacteria live and die in my mouth and eyes
your heart beats on it’s own accord
your blood speeds all around
they painted it pretty and unambitious.
rendered it quiet, and sweet
a soft machine to blush and wheeze
pure as cream
pink as spring
carved a mountain
called it a little thing
nomads walking
ask aloud
forgot to put the
fire out
figures outstretched
out on the ground
figures outstretched
all over town
the dirt stays dry
most of the time
she stays at home
most every night
watching tv and picking
fights
he killed himself, but that’s alright
it’s airtight here, if you
can’t tell
the end is near, but they
mean well
the humans have enjoyed themselves
sure could’ve used
a little help
sure should’ve not done
half of that
i am desperate
and matter of fact
i think we’re all just
leaves of grass
left over from the last collapse
i think we’re all just
seeds in grass
got flowers bursting out your back
stuck inside this marble bag
you can’t escape your skin
(you who burst through like a wound
to a world too tender) to pretend
tonight you'll sleep
steep to black + wake again
suspended senses granting peeks to
pure reflection in the bends