1. |
I. Rush
03:07
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the carpet is breathing. play telephone with
creaking floorboards:
imprints on your cheek
spell out mildewed Morse. inhale,
inhale,
inhale,
until tendrils splayed over your shoulders
hang
down
to the ceiling.
kittens cocoon in light fixtures,
dust collects on the soles of your shoes,
and sage-colored curtains puddle
against
crown
molding. watch as fireworks
spread from your lungs
to your eyes,
singeing lashes and
muttering curses
at the sky. remember that laying
face
down
is not the same
as standing three feet from the wind,
hoping that it will hold your hand and
smile
as you
scream.
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2. |
II. Communion
02:43
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I imagine the disappointment of the beetle
who, still drunk from the summer sun,
stumbles into a glass of grape juice
which sits on the kitchen table,
masquerading itself as wine
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3. |
III. Prayer
04:42
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He dug in the cemetery’s farm
finding lemons instead of potatoes
gold instead of bones
and you, Clara,
instead.
You skin, still breathed
ripe like lemons,
bled like lemons
sweetened in his hands
like lemonade
Clara,
he sang a song
of lament:
Marry me!
Marry me tomorrow
and tonight,
his fingers crumbled,
the tips like prunes
Clara, my wrists sour,
they burn until you marry me!
make me sweet, lay my seed
we will grow trees here!
fields of fruit,
warm from the Sun who loves it,
mouth full with burnt
tongue and lips that drip
acid, he begged
Clara
Clara
Clara!
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