closing and wrapping breath around things you don't believe.
a summary gaps the distance between your alive and your death--
soldier, hold ground! we lose this, we lose everything--
victim evaluator, speaking as if facts are necessity and experience faulty
the head of evil simply resembling, grief. i know this,
because it smells of soap and sweat and screams
within blood time upon time. it fits in shapeliness,
resembling a woman tied up in her own skin. doesn't it
sadden? weigh down?
how the air frays as second to hunger.
the figure of your bones giving up in themselves seems
to be within an outrage, or maybe a believable faith--
does a hollowed or bayonet buried gut resemble a memorable loss?
parlor tricks falling apart at the seams, come home--
your smile is astonishing!
where do you go when along with my headache vanishes.
torn apart
body, you begin to
reconstruct yourself in, wounds, cyclical light.
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