Three braids,
One right, one left,
Met in the middle of
Cleft skull
Caught in
Milton’s war
Caught in
All the bear traps
Victim to my own defense
Skeleton of sense and self
I tore my clothes,
Ragged and scuttling,
Inching across the floor…
I told him,
“You can never see it when you’re in it”
And was surprised to be right
Lost in the night like a
Dream
I could only taste the
Steam of bedrock
“Oh, I just tell everyone I went South”
Already said my good intentions led to
Utilitarian hell
I said, “if you watch the sunrise here”
“Like your bracelet, pink and blue”
I knew, you told me
Twice already in this
Lucid, liminal space. I
Clapsed onto her overalls as she
Spun round the equinox and I thought of
Ponies, and her
Second birthday, and her
Molars cutting through, and her
Affable little self, parading me
Around the column, like a
Show pony; do I
Come off like a plea?
I saw all the garbage
Dissolve in the cartridge, when I
Breathed in the whole red couch and
Held you; I said:
“The difference between a good day and a great day”
Rocking, said,
“On a good day,”
“Nothing bad happens.”
I didn’t know until
“On a great day,”
I felt the chakra crack in my larynx, that
“Nothing bad lasts.”
When you breathed a light sigh,
I saw the wildflowers,
Free from intention, free-flow,
Swallowing our yard from the south
Another chance for full bloom,
“April is the cruelest month”, but
We held each other close
“You can never see it when you’re in it”
So close, I felt for a moment as one
I swore there was a song as we
Rocked; and rocking, you said,
“I had a great weekend with you”
I knew then
I knew with my pointer in her clapsed hand
Around the world
Up and down the slides and
Cleaning all the garbage
You were there
You were sincere, and
When I sighed deeply and agreed,
April swallowed everything
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