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these ties that bind me
two tails beneath the nail
our hearts run aground
again, spent body, overwhelmed
sent against the day
to find oneself a hand to the red
the beep,
the groan of unholy
as if and before the strain of being
there you sit mouth agape, a pull of indifference gathering in the universe to
fill unkempt teeth
which when sucked upon
taste of shucked clams
near the brackish water
where there once was a rusted pole attached to a spider valve
underneath my feet feel spring water
I taste you again in the recess of bliss
a full stop in the wasteland of lulu lemon branded thighs, the future dead metaphors of a time
when one could demand another to smile for hands upturned under the sourdough
our left hands in silicone purple gloves midnight, left open to scoop yet another full moon into that which was destroyed;
it is ok to miss you ?
to think about the way the shore pulled you further from me,
how seagull shit dries and crabs pulled across muck
to make a home in a myth
when there is a dull strike of tide against the large rock