3.30.22
The pavement cracks a little deeper with each winter, and my knees are a
splintered mirror, a filly falls and falls, the film loops, the crumbling grows
to standing, the standing eats the filly, becomes the mare, I become tender
muscle, tense sinew,
This morning I coughed up a cadaver, palm size, a miniature death, I stained
the tiles the color of a poltergeist, the pavement cracks, the grout splits,
The mare is sticky between the legs, blackberry compote clumping at her
feet, the pit of the fruit blinks in slow motion, her knees hit concrete, she
becomes a backwards aging, I help her pick the eyelashes from the syrup, we
weep in unison
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