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Blurred and swollen noise so loud it blows a balloon in your skull as yellow as a bait bucket leopard leech pulling on minnows whats silver is buried in the body teeth medallions.
haze of brine flies breaking along the shore chemical weapons incinerator where the water evaporates
shoreline
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you were always stepping out of the photograph like a slaughtered animal limb the dog drags out of the forest your jawbone fixed to my jawbone.
You drove out and shot bright intervals over the salt flats in which nothing moved white all around you were thirsty
low volume drooping left eye a goddamn shadow at your feet : your mother was half swallowed by her photographer, squinting into the light like the twisted necks of chickens so you step out of the shot
pion smoke kestrel bright red cactus flower where we find a hummingbird juniper
old Christmas trees planted in the salt flats behind us melting tinsel and red ornaments glittering in the sun
asleep in the garden with dirt smeared inside our underwear two years of food in the pantry enough to walk through the burning world counting blessings locust and gull
Repetition has nothing to do with rinsing clean but looking and burning and bone. What sticks to bones shimmering tissue nexus stretched between muscle and bone and organ eyes lit in the current pinning seams and stringing sight like laundry on electric line. The line of that dress is the eye drawing your clavicle from the light and burning it until it becomes a meaningful object to pass back and forth and suck. A swatch of material to wipe our mouths clean with. electric
windows, dinner.