soup’s
on
forgiveness
is
the business
of
sorrowful knees
looking
for
the
pavement to buckle
at
the end of Summer
it
traces the weeds
in
the cracks
tell
me baby
tell
me what you need
if
you want to please
like
the neon outside the window
and
the afterglow of my intention
as
I want in, so let’s jump
and
swim the undertows
even
with the air-conditioner on
you
can feel the humanity
teeming
outside the slow tide of glass
the
lights are out in the room
and
I have drawn the curtains
as
I am certain my hands are minions
of
my nose as I reach for the throes
while
rapid-passaging
my
little surrenders
inside
every rabbit hole
you
know to follow
each
choice, is voiced
in
a lean moan
in
the heavy grass
forming
water
lingering
excavating
the
bait
I
snack on
in
your exhales
rune
letters are the
written
excitement skinned
with
anticipation sated
in
the foggy steam
the
wrinkled cotton
clutches
the birth
of
new memories made
in
the patterns
of
your scent forests
that
are still warm
and
mapped to me
as
I get up to pee
EJR
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