New Bone
Water and its sounds taking rounds of de-devotion.I wish I could say it was gentle, that it would listenwhen I mimicked the sun.What stayed was weightwashing over, a light twisting in front of my eyeslike hot gold.I wish I could say I didn’t know heavinesscould go beyond a body.I sit there, hand on bone, bone halfwayin the trunk, trying to
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