stones thrown down the gullets of the birds who’d come to question us. her hands gently reeking of havoc. starlight strewn about the bedroom where we left it. lost oxygen slipped out of the bottles we kept by the back door. distillery dynamited. semi seeds circulating through the dirt of my blood. gleaming lips on hot coffee cups. shoulder to the wheel, carrying her weight. locked hands clasped around kettle drums of crude oil bubbling, whistling steam. she sheds freedom like birds do feathers in the summertime. absolutes and the archivists who keep track of them. listening lips kissing clockfaces. elements of algebra seep back into my daily life. cloudy whatnot staining drip marks the sky. no loss of love here. no where for it to have gone. hermetically sealed in our vaccuum. she chose me, i didn’t ask for it to end this way. choking on horsehair brushes as we seek to paint our teeth the color which will camouflage them in our mouths. opening them in redness. pink perfection. the perforation of our minds and faces.
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