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Dismembered limbs fall from the sky
Dramatic chorus sings silken ribbons
On the mountaintop, out there in the darkness
Where plants are withered from lack of sun
And all that is now will be what was
And all that was will be once again
As limbs attach themselves to torsos
We get up and walk, smiling, into the light
Teeth, hair, skin, bone re-assembled
New feathered wings stitched to backs
The plants are green on the other side
Growth ensured by the ever-bright light
Dramatic chorus sings silken ribbons
On the mountaintop, out there in the darkness
Where plants are withered from lack of sun
And all that is now will be what was
And all that was will be once again
As limbs attach themselves to torsos
We get up and walk, smiling, into the light
Teeth, hair, skin, bone re-assembled
New feathered wings stitched to backs
The plants are green on the other side
Growth ensured by the ever-bright light
Literature
Salvation and Turpentine
Dead tired,
limbs gone lazy
after a completely hellish day.
I’m relaxing into a glass of something toxic.
Amber salvation chilled with ice.
It’s deceptively pretty
but goes down
like turpentine.
Dead alone,
with a welcome burn
that I hope will leave me numb.
I try not to think of his hands, calloused but gentle.
How easily they could unbend me.
I settle for escape
in the form of
self-medication.
Literature
proprioception
she claims
that you can spot virginity in the curve
of the hips.
i tell her
you can't see chastity in the way
the ilium crests, unless you fucked hard enough
to break it.
she smiles,
shows me the bruises carved into her bones,
traces the way his fingers held her-
what if you're already broken
to begin with?
Literature
Terroir
I saved the important stuff;
the scarf-blanket you knit me
before your fingers quit working,
your favorite book with its
w o r n p a g e s
and
f a d e d w o r d s.
I saved your smile and the way your
lips look when you say my name.
I filed them away with good
intentions, missed opportunities,
and wishes, and placed everything
in a jar, to keep for a rainy day
like the ones you used to love
(like the me you used to love).
But the way your skin felt floats
away on the wind,
like your words
of farewell on the last day I saw you.
I can't remember the shape of
your face, the angle of your l
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