road/trip

 

a lovely movement this
deer is an electric blank
of eyes in heart’s nest
arterial tree like it’s a high
way to think the body
into a vase of words
in a room we never get to

 

 

bay/scene

 

lift and pour
schematic
rose-empty-
facet it’s every
scene like that
discomforts
in nothingness
when bay speaks its-
self in substance
to smell the shit
you cannot eat
its crabs you cannot
eat or any-
thing b/c
it just
does-
n’t
car-
e                     a bite
a-
bout
whatever
breath-bird
fledges in your heart today

 

 

 

 

 

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