Thursday, April 12, 2018

Narrow shorelines wind the habitat
grey concrete clusters, black plastic,
potted plants in ashes

white peanuts spill out on textbook rugs
long antelope hoses come out
of the walls, my body

discs of fire and firming eels
keep my rock steady, herded gaze
burns twisted into flower by fiber
canals brightly yielded
in the taken light.

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