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love impossible to assemble alone along faded highway divider allowing for accident after accident after ascent bumping rafters with a fistful of starry eyes come back to me and my singular space inviting traffic onto the curb

a toast to the body built of bodies hunched skyward twisting its many tongues, lifting lines of currency even higher until they appear hair thin, invisible from the rooted ground where the bodies are integers, if at all

as cold as the moon is, it still holds up the night sky, glinting knot tacking the starry tarp that waits to fall and crush out the air, eight moons on my fists punching above the weight of one world, tense for more out there/in there

who doesn’t have too much of too little? put your leg in the trap, time snapping tight, at the final whistle, open the grains in the palm that so irritated flowing skin, sand or seed filling the beachhead or cracking pavement and the price dropping outside

chew snap mustard seeds to grow into a big, strange nation biting both ends of the stick, wrestling on the dance floor, shooting transformers for celebratory sparks, competing controlled burns across the playing field, straddling the street pushing children in verse

the end, 1 + 1 trusted clicking the door, leave the dishes for the next species, we checked out long before noon, pilfering liquid bottles in bloated baggage, wear that precise smile for the border crossing, long, long, now

terrible posture on the world stage leading to admonishments in the cleanest corners, falling off a bike is a pleasure for gravity and ground, forces that fit the décor are welcomed through the door, those that tunnel underground wait for our years, we will always have pity

terrorific the two of us in one, shouting, murmuring, crafting a wax paper boat to escape, shifting the face into a painted mirror, scraping at the edges for the original wallpaper beneath, if a hammer were a weapon of conciliation, I’d drive home a fence

do we know enough to know, enough?! pauses on the tracks for a scribble adjusting the nation’s posture, leaves of needles irritating public shoes we should be, pry open space written sufficient for a flake of snow inserted chilling babble and traffic into a lingered stare at this country’s mantle, more than needed for the weather

a tree, a house, a street, a wind, a rain, a weather, a water, a air, a sunny, a dry, come day, come night settling in to the deep rut plowed through a level landing at a Atlantic