I salt my carrots with
necklace rust, my slow sun
drags numb oil
across asphalt blue trails
the stiff element of time
like
a
spoiled
pen, remorse coats none
of these documents
the ink is remote from its
formula- this like sunfish
crappie,
the maelstrom carp- raining down
on to this listing map
drawn in to life a skin of seconds
shimmering liver, or pancreas
sweetbreads, the brain
i am packed full of these ticking
guts, a sunset in nylon, lard
in a gill net, easing out the
wide wide holes that caught
time to begin with.
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