whatever burbles
got lost
in the woods, I
blamed
you-
thigh
burn, saltsweat
brutish hills- mosquitoes,
me- the bee's
knees
knocked- we
sparred
tromped,
saw the car
through trees, walked along a
log-spanned
stream to mid
point,
fell
-how you delighted
in boots
to
sun, shirt
undone- loved every
dripping kiss
-lips slid
to grin, mouth open, stuck
yodeling
in each other's
throats, a snuck-up
laughter
sat
in shiverish comfort
after, watched
sun drop- knew laughing
saves us prat
fall
into love
falling asleep on a stranger's shoulder
eyes wear
cement
shoes, sinking
sink
ing...
mafia
of exhaustion
made its move
to hit while
body
rides the bus
no wall, no
pillow: listing to the
right
to lean on
upright
banker
type- head finds
shoulder, stranger
things
have happened
than an up
tight suit
forgetting to pull
away-
but when I
wake,
apologize, say
I'm so sorry, get a
well,
I'm not,
returned-
that's
sumpthin
else-- should I be
embarrassed
should I
thank him
I just
transfer; traffic light's
stuck on yellow.
nobody
moves.
dunghills can be lovely
open
my veins with
unlaudable dogs & dung
hills, i'll see
god sometimes.
he squats
in ignominy, lurched back into
shadows
-beauty is so
arbitrary, i sometimes find its only face,
un
churched
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