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to boil
Loyalties, the shovel in the soil
Dig it, I split my lip kissing the winter
Nursed the blister in the sun
Strung a hammock between spring and where

and interluded
One finger holds the anxious like a rabid carpet beetle
Chewing at the circles for the rug burn ritual
I know its a habit to paint it all if you

and then drop dead?
Gorgeous fornication just this dang carriage in infrared
clmonds shaped the blisters from the hit, she hid me in the shed
clbeit all but

Look what the cat dragged in
Shivering with a broken wing
Go pick it up
And warm it in your hands
Feathers black
But green somehow
Like beetles

a mill, 

Turns all our hands to blisters. 

With hemp and flax, and toe to toe to,  

to toe to, toe tero.  

 

Besse the eldest Sister,  

She’s stayned