stare through trees to the grime
of diamond chiseled trailers
made vivid by the passing sun
she says she wants to be
picked up and cracked like a whip
she came out of the thicket
of electrical antennas
to shed thick layers of death
and fight brightly with gravity
I remove her shoes with my mouth
while she sits on a milk crate
and the crest of the moon
hovers like a penetrated ring
exhale hot rays of mapped air
while she braids and unbraids her hair
and I worship the dirt of her birth
to disappear in chrome and high rises
or manifest in the old hill guarded
valley and eat my arms.
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