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nightmare reversed—you’re still a nightmare
not everything happens in fits & starts / sometimes the car backfires & that’s
all we get / hope for you monsters under the bed / sometimes
a happening
carved beneath seats in the waiting area—ciphers left
by your talons
our mothers insist your gold teeth don’t exist / either we found you in our
dental records or we carry the pieces that were you / to the pieces that
are our mouths / astrological signs died with the stagecoach we sent roses
when they woke in their graves / when we pass the cemetery,
you multiply & fester: you’re our kamikaze, our unspeakable
is a fist to god’s jaw or caught in the craw of a train station / defeat
you hold your breath
& count to nine / you’re captured in the Pearl Harbors of our TNT minds
ghost story / we hold you on our tongues like worry stones.in need of thumbs / we
awaken holding our faces on with both hands
Panika m. C. Dillon