from the quarry

11 Jun

i could call you wolf

put my hand out

you might attack

bite until you find

bone

i could sing songs

of my people

lift my face to

my favorite

planet

put my hand out

you might attack

bite down until

you find bone

i might weave stories

all night without

ceasing

about how many times

i’ve wanted

to stand next to you

in the

translucent proudness

of a

Mexican primrose

put my hand out

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