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forget the pills. And the gin and the razor and the wire and the rope -

and the height to dash off of, and the speeding bus, and the teal ocean waves dragging bodies inexorably out.

forget them. A mockingbird landed on my railing this morning and he sang the sweetest song

like he knew I was listening

And I remembered that I had left six mango candies in the drawer of my desk.

The pills aren't going anywhere. The ocean will beat on, and buses come every day.

This mockingbird lights down upon my balcony to sing and tomorrow,

I want to be there to listen.

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i dreamt i had wings.

not icarus-wings, tar and feathers stuck on. not bird wings. nothing so elegant.

these were primordial, flesh bursting through the knobs of my spine, sticky with blood and raw tendons, aching like a tongue against loose teeth. when they flapped, they were wet, meaty, heavier than air.

as it turns out, flight hurts.

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ghosts in the fog

the place were sea meets sky is a smudge of engine grease. yesterday i measured the span of my feet, boots full of sand and wind full of hair. yesterday the world trembled on the steel-gray edge of the horizon and she whispered to me yes you can yes you can yes you

today i'm wearing apathy. the world is still gray but a little less distant.

so i guess the question is this: what exactly do we owe to our dead? what is grief if not selfish? how many days am i supposed to spend in bed, weeping, while the past pads by, shod in steel shoes?

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birdsong rings like a bell in your head. the sun rises on a silver morning, her pale yellow light gilt on the buildings, the train, your dirty sneakers. it's hot and getting hotter. a clear sky paints an azure tarp over your head. that bell keeps tolling.

the sun smiles, teeth like a jaguar, teeth like a whirlpool, teeth like seventy-two guitar picks. frissons of rage run under your skin, wires picking out your bones, and the day heats up like a wood oven. dove feathers. broken nails. the way your hair falls into your eyes if you don't pin it back. the sun shines, and rings, and doesn't stop ringing. and you don't close your eyes because you can't.

the morning says goodbye. you let it go.

sort of a companion to i want to eat the moon.

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i want to eat the moon.

it’s made of cheese. made of silver and baby’s breath. a white pearl. like a hunting dog. a shining rivet puncturing the sky. the way you breath when you’re asleep, so deep you don’t even dream. you dream of balloons, yellow and fat, and they pop every time you try to say something to me. a black cat, eyes slit-pupiled and cold. a single bead on a string. the loose tooth you press your tongue against. blisters on the soles of your feet.

the moon sets, and she doesn’t even blink her sleepy eye as she goes.

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