Sunday, April 29, 2012

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Autoharp mouth in a bedroom corner
trembles faint twang as raccoons slip
deftly into riverbreath, with the deception
of clumsy sound, from banks
where skunk and rabbit move
deeper into separateness
through ferns away from aqua lit
human paths tarred under

we go to be intimate behind brick
where pigeons slip into electricity
I hear the paws on shelled things
you are the knees cracking
heat that focuses my wound
all the coils in tubes
that pull bird sounds
down to a wet core
thicker than water.


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