you ask where the restroom is & i start to weep steam coming from my shadow as you walk away has light always stumbled pursed & curled like a pork rind when you walk into a room? will my teeth crumble like peppercorns if our eyes scissor or i try to speak? i forgive you--you did not tie these knots you do not know the smell of a melting suspension of disbelief burning like water or beauty making promises this world can't notary blood rushes to my tongue barley hops & malt replace constellations i name this new compost of stars "you" i go to the window & stare up ‘til it's time to take my swollen tongue
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