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I am killed, cremated, and formed into a bottle containing tupelo honey wine — the hand holding me #ngers edges of the ten of cups;
am an ampersand & I is, for iodine
they burn seaweed, wash the ash with water for cloud seeding
I am killed by whispering hands
exchanging coins for arrows & cut copy paste halos of outrage
as expected,
in this borrowed space
questions repeat themselves my voice, a falsetto enjambment is
looped back as they sup
to rain, to suck, to (ow, to juice — to sap
a near bye pub germinates patrons,
coins populate endlessly in the pocket appendix (some glitch in the code)
you, friend, drink 2 pints of brackish oyster seeded water
our simulation grandmother makes empathy with your upper cheek
patting the moisture licking the cloth
in retrograde she asks the trees and asked
in cups {for gems or porn or single spaced iterations recursive}
in the liminal
a lion is made to manifest dance
in red vanity under the last moon
anyone can remember