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holes
03:18
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the first young person to die
is the teen who works at the convenience store
it happens on the very first morning of the year
after the party recedes
into a low tide exposing
everything that is stuck
tragedy zooms into a small town
population 3,545
a bridge collapsing because the earth
is holding too much water
a bridge where my great-grandmother stands
as a young girl
charging a fee to anyone who crosses it
*
the boy goes to a new year’s
party with his friends
resaca means both hangover and undertow
in this way
not going back home becomes an
existential principle
anything but going back home
a feral commitment to extend the night
as much as humanly possible
when he stretches the night into days
he ties dusk and dawn to diverging horses
he makes a task of it
shuffling sysiphus’ hours
but the punishment is to have fun
when I go to the store
I am eleven and he is fourteen
he is funny in a way
only shy people can be
he makes a joke and laughs
anyone laughing may be laughing at me
but he is just trying to
trick boredom
by any means necessary
your hometown: population 1,885
I’m writing about this boy
because I can’t write about you
*
to know someone who died
is to be old
each death making the world
smaller and dumber
now one has to adapt
one morning I wake up
and a part of my brain
is obsolete
I can’t visit
your place, which is already filled
with strangers
at work I ask AI to describe
a drawing of someone missing a hand
in front of a mirror
which reflects the hand
as if it was still there
but AI doesn’t understand the mirror
it describes it as a square
that could be a frame
or a window
*
finally you irrupt into my dream, radiant
where have you been?
you say you’ve been gone
on vacation
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3. |
devotion
06:22
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4. |
escher's prelude
01:52
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5. |
falling for julee cruise
02:55
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i’m streamed here
like a birthed thing
salty heaven
i taste you
aphrodite’s thighs parted
flock feeding all righteous supplicants
succubus doves fucking
and making new sounds
she’s dancing a thousand times faster
then one slow beat, lull, lullaby
this one to live by and this one to die
take it home to heaven
or don’t take it at all
as long as you give me
roses in the end
water under the bridge
is weeded and twisted
into a sodden braid
of tangled desire
prelude
sage green i’m streamed here
like a birthed thing salty heaven
i taste you peering between lines
aphrodite’s thighs parted
flock feeding all righteous supplicants
succubus doves fucking
and making new sounds
a pounded rhythm to bleating wings
she’s dancing a thousand times faster
then one slow beat, lull, lullaby
this one to live by and this one to die
take it home to heaven
or don’t take it at all
as long as you give me
roses in the end
you win
or i’ll wind down
wine diseased
ounces poured out
into old strip club reservoirs
some holy potion concocted
through the botched jobs
of customers discarding shreds
of undone things bits of paper
lost coins digits gone astray butt
of tobacco sopping wet
and longing to be met
with the hot tongue
of some other stranger
or guard rail employee
water under the bridge
is weeded and twisted
into a sodden braid
of tangled desire
briars of lust molten thick
and piercing
if you want to
scratch that
scratch it and
set my itch free
(please)
pray lewd
to a new beginning
hashtagged and
on the fritz of civilization
slick and silver
dew-strewn and yearning
to be pet
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