the brakes breathe long & heavy-hid:
pressed lovers in laps, wrongly bid,

unlike us salt-scraps,
licking thumbs
to peel our pages one from one.
on the dark blue ceiling,
they are glory-stuck.

headlight-struck,
the driveway bows.

content, we low
in the shower,
belly buttons pooling water,
soaking in our
perfect rinds.

grind of listless
key in lock.

whispered fuck.
we are Falling--
busy still-life without socks--
in the dizzy red fogging
bathroom glass.

all ass I am,
wet, uncrying.

his mother's lion's
cold restrain
(Tuesday shoes, long fierce mane)
Eved me, all
over again.

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