you twitch at emblem
lit
by two rubbing chorus sticks
the music licks in: more twos
a field linger, a bone once shards made
quicken to breath
mouse in hole, a ripening of
life
against more leans
again more skeleton
on the lil eaves
m
ustard coloured skin
her pickled eyes
with pepper sanded hair
her newspaper swaddle of twigs in a bunch
of arms she would borrow
bouncing,
that hair flounces,
red ball
up and
down
with a shuttered window and a long walk
we come to understand
why the fire came
and why it did not stay.
...
more ever
less alive
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