i fidget not to
flinch
when photos
find me
boxed in crotch of
crawlspace
damp from dreaming
ducts clenched
thru x-ray
flash.
stream of conscious
wistful watching
sparks
through sidewalk
sprinkler
rain-
shadows behind
projector
claim
castoffs barely
left home
sane-
sisters chased for
lifetimes-
dragging others’
chains.
soily toenails
tap to
rain
flushing veins
of tree’s
tendrils spiral
skyward-
too sudden to
save each
leaf.
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.
in the shade of a
heat wave
you taught
me
that ponies can
still bite,
though we’re gentle
in the stable
and aspire
to play
fair,
buff an apple in
rosy dusk
blush
and
brush with
care.
lacquered in rust
moon-
stranger staggers into
swamp gut
saloon
and cocks his lips
at a dancing
broom,
feathers too frayed to
salvage such
room.
ballerina frets
her best
come the end may
amount to
less
than a puddle of dribble
in last call
spittoon-
a hope-wrenching notion
however untrue.
lurker best not
watch
for fear he’d
drool
to
be watched too..
reckless,
worm man wriggles
in and thru
lens
selfish to be caught
with you-
not that he’ll
confess.
a rasp turned tickle in
the middle
of memory held back
heavy sneeze
to not drag
notice
to
why shoulders
shiver
so.
so why don’t
i read..
likely it’s paper
allergy-
perhaps the sockets
of my soul
are glutted with
weeds,
a mind shaped seed
between my
teeth,
the perfect
book
was
make belief.
hands in the garden 
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