we long
creamy-prepared
my head rolls
my bun rolls
limp ticks
is apartment lyf
my city kind to strangers
headless lech
oracle bound a swift alkaline slice
left over——.
my body sits across from me
Nobody looked up the meteor rinsed
through us our hair sticky with star
dust, and:
sp eak
tense, i bathed as here spume
we spin. Well, the fields advance
upon us : : : much loam
sof ter
we surrender for——
get/
check neighbours for
butter well up
ly for com
mon desires
where is my genu//vs//here in your face
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