Tears of Things
how I desired, / beyond all reason, those unreachable sweets
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how I desired, / beyond all reason, those unreachable sweets
Read MoreI could take this hammer and drive it / through a wet-oak memory of itself
Read MoreNo bread crumbs left to return us, but diversions / Lobbed beyond a blind hill into the unforeseeable
Read MoreI taste my own salt blood / and remind myself I am still alive
Read MoreI want a crane poem to / deconstruct the sarcophagus-heavy helmet and corset, the luminescent poster-sun on the wall
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