Sta.sh
Discordant smile,
you watch me as I
hum small breaths
on a pane of glass.
Small breaths puff
smoke on the glass.
It is fog. The fog
lifts on dewy grass. Outside
it wakes, with wild dandelion
spears looking like it cried, but
now,
discordant smile
We wake into this world, wet
leafy material clinging to my
shoes with wet fog. How
long have we walked...
It is morning and so far we
have gone, each pale hand
clasped in love and inertia,
we will never let go,
we can never will to let go,
we are each other's
opening eye to the breath of dawn
. . . . .
Owl song at night.
Your mouth lisps, it is by my ear.
Each song grows.
Each hum blooms.
Delicate night flowers
pollenated by sex & bats.
. . . . .
They're shaking now.
My hands shake
with and without you.
The white-gray void of autumn-winter sky swoops
sickly, it slides down my stomach and blocks my throat.
What have we done.
Oh, my Ysrael, what have we done.
. . . . .
Cherry trees--they are cherry trees with
pink petals and sweet scent.
I once swallowed them near whole, my
teeth barely pausing on the fruit.
I swear never to do this to you again.
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