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I hid under her dress
to see the sun rolling along a lane of salt
that was brushed off the bodies of women
I was sent to make art of fire
in the kitchen
and bury my face inside the burned body hair
before dying in dust
I have something blowing up my mind now:
the moment of absence, which swiftly escapes
like a ring he offers, telling me time ain’t a real thing
I walk inside my own dream
do not age before I am taught to
Evocations
In the ombres chinoises overlooking my bed
a bird thrusts its chest throughout a thin stick
I will rise to the cross-beam
and dangle in the steam of your cruise that is leaving
when it comes around
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Next to a metal shed, my sister is walking under the water upside down.
I suck the sponge in, the moss beneath my face is crazy
and animates the most ridiculous dreams, where I am stuck on the wedding
for some other people
whose chilly crystal ballroom mutters I know not.
Death detours its way to me, and life like this is rather limiting
Both of them would not free me to screaming “cheers” with Jerry
though I wish it was
‘Pour it on me, at the center of the dance floor
Show me like a stone.’
Outside the window, the moon continues dropping pulleys to the factory
then it would not be entirely unlucky, if I am determined to look at you no more
until this mirror ends, and the mystery is split.
