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unknowns
evergreen trees danceand wave belowthe ladyfinger-likebranches of the unknownsreaching so far into thewhite-blanket canopyvibrating as spindles you saw me staring outthe window andgrabbed your drillto add more screwsto anchor the pergolato keep it grounded as particulate dropletsalmost invisibleshifted to soft tangiblesnow and yes, my arms grow newunknowns, belowthe wrist a stonea brush strokeon the elbow…
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offerings
tumult in the way severed branches press against glass. the scratch greets your body, as it jolts and wanes in dreams. we hover in a kitchen, banishing the cracks in linoleum to the corners that escape light. we pour black coffee down our throats. you read Wilde as I read C. D. Wright. I see…