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Sunday, April 16, 2017

A hot breeze comes up from the desert and blows my bull-faced tender friend back down the road to the sea, I put my arms out I get the breeze like wings and my fluted heart goes sirens

A hot breeze comes up from the desert and blows my bull-faced tender friend back down the road to the sea, I put my arms out I get the breeze like wings and my fluted heart goes sirens

Some days are more cursed than others though every day must contain this belief
that pain must include itself / a snub-nosed star gives me everything I need right now and nothing
I need later like I need money or time, I need to know how to spell your name kissed out of me
by numbers, kissed off my lips by other names less bedecked in flowers and blister /
blister backed beetle head as waxen as a Purim mask and legs working against quartz you're my
sapphire keep, says the centaur to his host, you're my string of gems I loose across a seabed
pearls, cum, travel-rich friends pass along the road everyone must travel bring me
repast I wouldn't otherwise eat or recline I'm trying so hard to stay out of the nervous white
failure / I don't even want / to say I remember / would be remembering the aquarium 
of an afternoon, I put myself inside for safekeep I put your head against my innermost / a bull-faced
man has a bull for a father and transgressions mother 

or

you can't say anyone's name in the road without them showing up lit and starferal I know / I 
know you call this sadness and the copper-tinged scent is also a type of sadness memory wet
hide, bind my hands down so I can't push pleasure back from me bind my ankles so tonight
I don't walk the road I sleep in a seabed I receive a gush of gems with good grace though I'm 
terrified I won't remember my way back here, or home, or back here, neither place really / where
I live is on the road everyone must travel from the desert to the sea a salt flat or sea 
salt spell it a siren stings your muzzle she kisses from you my name your name the fat names
of stars and gods from the godsguide the illustrated index of wild growing gods and 
beetles, caterpillars, doves startled, innkeepers fretting the linen and fretting time just
keeps bringing us new travelers kiss your name from my mouth as I'm coming leaning hard
giving my throat / to Orion, I climb up the roof after everyone's gone and I'm stuck 
here, give him my throat for his starry sword a whetstone flesh and song and 
I'm a woman I took that name from history, turned it fleshside and said okay / I did
settle a lot for what was near to hand 

or

other times my hand was extended across the chasm 1. in case you ever wanted 
to hold it in your velvet fieldmouth and 2. in case something should fall into it I wouldn't
otherwise have known. I'm not hungry really, sad and listening to the ceremony 
rise up the hill I listen to it once in metal and once in silk I lay down my linens and give
most of my trousseau back to the sea god. This is why we can't have anything 
nice / gods don't play / I tell my daughter be nice to me but don't be / nice to
anyone / even travelers get off / the road, the road is for the likes of me no one keeps me
waiting at the door to the house guarded by a seabird and no one keeps me wait
at home the fires go round on the neighbors' backs and the smoke funnels dovegray
downy soft choke I lean / my throat into the palm / I give my throat and keep

or

I keep very little now everything rusts and wears thin I think about the lush bride I once /
saw my reflection in a bottomless tide pool it goes down to Hades and back up to daddy 
rhyme the spell of everyone's name here on the road and put back my head so that my throat
gives you the sign of a tender friend more surprising when the card for joy comes up
against the card for death and loser and firebrand lean your head against my inner
most copper dovetail self don't ever / let me be unkind / to you don't ever let
my throat / go / rushed back down the road from the desert to the sea travel it / twice
you get less mortal every time.

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