too bashful to
touch
you like pillow
talk
me down
from
any lie that wants
me caught.
stream of conscious
daylight’s final
gasp
grazing nape of
neck,
songbirds scatter all
directions
like..
phantom children
called in
from
rusty schoolyard
swings
sway long into
night at
play.
a dream like playlist
liquifies
between poles of
desert mind
shooed back to grade
school photo
day-
always that one hair
out of place.
stiff back turned
to day,
nursing thrift store
injuries
midst molar
decay
rooted in held breath
histories
share little left
to say,
chased back into
the wild
where grizzly bears
bleed grey.
blind to shimmer
of tears
binding terror to fingers
upon sheath
of shiv too quick
to thrust.
desert drag defenseless stray
batting hands
away-
unmasked henchmen
closing in
on..
sunset gone to
forewarn
dawn.
oft mistaken
mortal
grazing garden on
horizon,
golden lemon drop
propping
jaw,
melt me to my
knees-
eyelids part like
dying
sea,
a slip through lips
like portal
to flee what
battle?
a neon light turned
off by small
talk,
tuned into blocked
out canceled
channel-
pinching wick of
twitching
candle.
whose turn to feed
owner’s
pet
bred solely to
attack
fists
for treats,
hope dried up
meat
won’t upset
gut-
unmuzzle
me
not one to
trust.
unlearning, declining
expectations
of what seasonal
transitions
may
yield to the
scythe
splayed upon
table
for final family
meal
goes
undigested,
little
fondness
for who feels?
distaste bores
deep
in minefield rusty
with wheat
not ripe enough
to reap.
worst offender’s
prayer
on two teabag
thursday,
talking dirty more
than we like
to party
favors
for accolade,
praise be
backroom guest
won’t perform upon
request.
hands in the garden 
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