A full eye of me in you

of bacon ‘them’

of a smashed blister and goddamn

I’m sorry we agreed one time, card-legged cartoon.

And bicycle wan – the memory of you has me reluctantly concerned

about a long man feeling okay in cocktail regalia.

And we wonder if J_____ tension could look already-repaired

by bakeries and baby winds

and the many lips kissing the windows,

though punk daughters are taping up the holes.


On one side we have messy trees

On the other, cans of young wasps.


We shrink, we say

“Help, already. That’s the smell.


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