Glistering
young
clairvoyant body
I’m sorry I’m loud
this long, this poorly
around you the masc
worship slide is steep
and never stops
I aged trying
to be at both ends
9%
humidity, burnt
oranges still
on their stems
scintillating wind
barking boy
without friends
sitting under Jupiter in the sky
all I have is sentiment
well bound in me
but not
in you who reads
the spent or rested words
who sits on the grain
sparkle I don’t know
I’m holding in the quiet space
next to jadeite
(for abundance)
I dreamt, my transparency
that you sprayed my throat
in Clorox from within
a real friend
knows to stay well enough away
a cover song
of love seen through
to revolutionary intent
my imitation
of my poem is my poem
the evil in us
the actual absence of it
my young
clairvoyant body through the dry
bright envelopment
already in the world
gesturing sand
in the air seen through
come ’round
come rain
hand, here
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