Pretend to be careless,
each rebellion plotted to the breath.
I know you, like this, and I hope you change.

Hear what I’m playing: the bones of dust devils
guarding the highway.
More than dirt on their lips,
all eves of slaughter
held up by a parade of fists.

Mind beached on the grim,
your every word a sweet light
that I am certain is a precursor to my ultimate undoing.
I can lose it
in a menagerie of ways, all mined from waves
hit so deep the desert sands still smell of ocean.
Call to me, come in a way fit for
more than animals and any old one.
Make it different,
for a while?

Legs pummeled, sand covered and spent.
Alive and well.
My best to unfold before you,
spread fingers itching to interlock
with the best of you.
Hands to the floor, eyes up to catch wind of
all of those things
I think
I can give you.

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