Somehow
I'm caught
string
lazily nodding assent in the wind
Swimming
these branches
arms
& legs knit of shadows
No
trees in sight
Hands
figure prominently
Even
the word gives something
akin
to touch defusing
like
gray sunlight
electrical
traveling unfolding
rivers
just under skin
You
graced my dreams and immediately
the
world ended, sucked back in
up
into the attic
the
canopy of our planet
ventricle
pumping starlight
ventricle
of pale green branches
I
had no right to approach you
while
you played your video poker
cassé
et vide, mon amour
mon sinus
of Morgagni
a
sweating plastic cup waiting
for
a cigarette butt or more ice
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