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Love.

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three stones for lucki

and if you go to war

i will sew a book

of stories

one for each

night

you

fight

so that when you

rest your

once vaquero

spirit

underneath

the stars

you will

forget you ever

had a body

instead

breathe

with new gills

in the ocean

embroidered

from my

finest

affection

if you say

wait

then i wait

in caves

spinning

my hair

into

the things

no one sees

into your

softest

return

nothing grows in desperation

how does a ferine

thing

protect

special

you

make a nest

in the hollow

of your favorite

tree

earth and teeth and pelts

wolf winter hunts

place

special

in the middle

pretty ribbon

shards of glass

baby teeth

jawbone

howl once

then

never

ever

look

back

psychedelics but not

the plastic leg of my

childhood doll

the special one

1970s irregular

red riding hood

in the box

carried from

foster home to

group home

left in hiding

twenty five years

returned with

ashes

in a box

of broken

glass

but

back to the leg

chewed up on

the toes

on the bath mat

kitchen counter

back porch

no one knows

where

the body

is

torn from the

box

stripped naked

examined

plastic pink leg

now

on the top

of the trash

the last gift

from

her

eyes to the west, girl

you tell yourself

don’t waste poetry

though it comes

sliding out

electric eels

in your

throat

doubled over

on a curb

chunks of

coughed up

heart

birds fighting

over your pieces

at your own

damn feet

don’t waste poetry

though it feels

so

damn

good

to coat yourself

in molasses

then gasoline

then

eternity

evergreen

here in the

moss

i dreamed about

how much honey

i made this winter

inside my hips

of honeycomb

how fast my

currents

galloped

splashing up the

sides

of unfamiliar

embankments

until they

made your fingers

drawing

down

down

down

your

red berries

along my throat

all in a

tidy

row

riding at night

i asked you about

kudzu

that morning

wondering if you had

the same snaking

of a throat

tendrils tightening

on

a wrist

hair and teeth

arms

thighs

owned by the

pulling

down

into

cool darkness

all daylight

blotted by

an impossibly slow

awakening

 

 

 

sundown and sunup

because of you

i researched the

foxtail

late at night

in my own

backyard

by

grabbing fistfuls

your friend

the moon

my only

witness

i swallowed

whole

while laughing

(of course)

praying that

they would

dig deep enough

into my own

wondering

heart

to make

a ferocious

garden

necklace making

woodworker hands

bird watching eyes

there came a day

when you called me

delicate

i didn’t flinch

i didn’t growl

instead i

curled into your

palm

and dreamed

until

you knew

that

tame

ain’t the same

as

yours

building buildings

my body has seen

war

is all

scratched into the cave

floor

sleeping inside

a ribcage at night

doesn’t help

but we make home

where the ghosts

glow

brightest

sometimes

magician (or hunter)

have you accidentally discovered

earth

among melting

iceberg

eyes

did you get caught

there

swimming lazy

backstrokes

where the

song begins slowly

but finds its

footing

down aisles of

books

picks up speed

at frailty

plants itself in

a garden

of

knowing