Monday, September 09, 2019

Carts of labile fiber
and plant life
holding a lantern,
nets of gloss
and high-frequency eyes,
puddles of blood tar
curbed in well trimmed circuits.

Roads of rogue mercury ice pines,
frozen grapes contracting
in the ink-drawn belly.

Lonely at the sink, the sill,
the dust-fringed bottle.
Lines going out like spider silk
from the door of the unwritten object.

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