What We Think We Become: Slogan From a Postcard Sent From Wisconsin


What we come to think about in the rain becomes
A thigh whistle of branches needing him & bunched
Into becoming orange the moment a trial is revealed

Between the breast of a resting porch-bed & hunger
Gropes the bluff of being-scared into willingness
To dive. In the rain it’s an understatement to become

Isn’t it Think about him between early fields of desire
& the branch we come to think about when we think
Of orange. Inspect how his tumbling bunches the thigh

To the breast next to her bluff & dive between hunger
& the trial of whether what we think he loved became.







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