of the damaged
a tall beer lurching
in a baseball dugout
waiting for the rain to come
bring me home clean
whispering the absent service
waking on alien sheets
the landscape of a deepened screen.
Potholes in the laundry parking lot
enlivened with eyes.
Mercury coming through
from the scorched distance
of the core light
in a thousand airborne rivulets
finding the leaves of a few branches
spiking the hollow veins.
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