Sunday, January 5, 2025

Bottom to Top

The bottom half of the body blew up.
How could they purvey irreconcilable hurt and
distant okayness?

Thank You, Star.

We invent the feeling of
ignoring the pain.
No one is quite as absent.

No legs, no sex, no bowels,
No problems -

Easy as a pie and cake fixing fingernail beds
To the red
Bottom of the lake bed,

A scratch draws a thin streak and droplet
With her cat
Spine lost, Forgiven nerves.

We sent taken gifts,
Squoze them in our fists,
Released options, hot gulp -

In us as sensory vehicle forms of doing us.
A party schooner acrobats larger bodies in,
Gone for Good, time told seamen spelled. ...




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