i can comfortably close down
i scream open
a whisper in my eye

my aching upper jaw
right where the brain
touches the cheek

oh weep little angel, weep

but open the windows
breathe, one little breath
then two
because, if no one else,
you’re lovely,
touched by life
moved by what is true

the world
stumbling in its axis
a little gunshot & gut
the grime of bloodstain
on its ferious lips

its not eating you whole
its not consuming you

in the heavy hour
the one between two days
you’re precious
alone, and quiet,
somewhere in the deep dark soil
glowing despite
the encompassing clause
of dank dark


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