*
Apparently there are mornings like
this sliding
sliding a rose
a rose disappearing
into a rose, another
I think I forgot how grass looks
in November sometimes
it’s just a hair
around your finger.
*
Wrists are beautiful and
Never fade only
your tongue
is making sense
or rather my story
sliding down your tongue
a tongue and yours
too
is only functioning
when in use.
Lingua pontem
wave and stretcher.
*
No one says ‘limit’
like you
do
an ugly mirror your
flat hand
almost touching sometimes
we laugh
sometimes your eyeteeth
are visible the name
I am calling you
is totally made up:
Lover.
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Hyenas are not birds. Yet
there is a sound a
beak against stone
the raven is darn the crow
more than everything
so
who eats hyenas?