UNICODE BREAKER

The deep forest talon variety
you gifted on me, without buckskins
or fragrance of blood
is now a part of my arsenal:

fields through the curtain of your eye
I watch ephemera in factory windows;
blade mouths you stitched
where silence is usually kept

cord deeper than mine in this chrome island

to root me out with arms of man stammering
yarn wet from the core of a pumpkin.