salved by moon like
mother’s
milk..
mustache at PJ
picnic
kiss of meadow mist
on blister
tree,
trilling every word
to honor
bird
it
feels only
i see.
shadow play
she welcomes freedom
with tears
sheen
like shoreline
of stars
not seen as bright
through
bars.
relieve raw tickles
my tonsils
from fury’s fumes
guzzled
when too frazzled to
refuse time’s
muzzle
pet or words
run red.
i surmise failure to
thrive
forms a fist like
the glove
fits
loner likely
to be
hit
by self-inflict
stick,
a longing to shed
dad skin
and
seek shiny slit
to slip
in.
i fidget not to
flinch
when photos
find me
boxed in crotch of
crawlspace
damp from dreaming
ducts clenched
thru x-ray
flash.
dismissed as threat
to public,
swatting bat wings
at pass-out
spots,
pitching buttered
popcorn
at
parade of lawmen
mowing-
overperforming-
hand in
coat
plucking tightrope
to hear it
snap
zap crackle pop
of coke-can
candle..
wax sucked from
the tap.
knew within
hour
we met i’d not
keep
up
the chase while
saving
face.
Despair
born of undug
name,
microscopic
shard..
of shell pricks
yolk
discharging
gas-
i ration breath
through
gaps..
in grab bag
past.
undercover whisper
lingers
more sweet than
sordid
we
risk for restless
reasons?
reckless leaving
station-
teeth slick with
steam.
vaguely human
shape
behind a tree
leans in
no stranger to
shivers-
sobered by the
warmth
of madman’s
cabin.
hands in the garden 
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