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9/6

we drank japanese whisky last night

we spanked the dawn then too

 

dreamt of wild brown bears outside

pillows afloat beds in tow now

 

we soaked in the hottest tub

now our skin crinkly in love

8/26

 

what did i find when i lost it

the it constituting its plural

night lighting diurnal 

dark stone against skin

aggregate again  

or pale shell on cloth

a bed to land upon

10/14

 

the feeling when i cannot find my eyes

& they hurt somewhere alone

 

& all that is remains is head-atmosphere 

the hearing when i cannot find my tongue

 

& the silence that’s lodged in my throat

& the sound that lives in my hand

 

the journey into my gut

where it sleeps now

11/4/24

brain kilter history quakes 

history is mystery, the hole deepens

the hole depends on the surface

surface of mountainside, you reach first

you reach brain summit

& something is off kilter, no summit

& something else lost in the landslide

& something not yet found, you touch it

touch the hole in the landslide 

you wish for a landslide,  a shaking below 

touch the hole in the wish

the hole is there for all to see

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