12.5.13

9 Crimes

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the 365th, for a boy with heavy eyes
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can't channel your heat away
slipping into secret nuques
that corner of your face
catching on yellowed light
baby we're sand grain memories
filling up more than we seem
glass jar brown boxed it's still
pockets in mouth
rabbit fenced borders
for the words you say to me
only me only me only me
northbridge is the span of a torn
shoelace, lavender blood
this is an ocean i won't drink from
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