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he & she & they laughs from table — wrist watch daises piled upon forearms secrets bloom as soap does well
in necromancer sleep,
never lifting their wrist
the fork moves upon singularity lips spittle crossing gaps
giant head gliding down their neck —
head has the hand and the eyes
the head; looks down upon the one who
grows the garden — so does the neck
a vast, stubby head with an unspoken stare
takes a few gulps of water — and shakes
the body
their arms go across their laps
on the side of the wall, their face faces —
their back straight against their back
they hold hands together, the #ngers curled
on their #ngers, palms close
they're so much like brothers —
their bodies lie in the darkness —
what would he want me for — he just does
on a side porch,
but when they fall
on the steps at the bottom of the stairs
there's only them
they sit in silence, with the same look on their faces —
their hands on their knees.
they're so much like brothers — their breathing sounds as soft as they look at some of them lying in beds
under the water — he's not like them, she's not like him —
she's just as