hammered she did
stories of her mother dying
on a typewriter – broken six &
a five key upside-down
she spoke of beauty’s language
vague words – but such emotion!

I begged the decent of her tongue behind the canines
deliberate agencies left her to the pounding
ta ta ta tapping at the keys
naked in a skirt in the bedroom
on her knees, where once I slept
her hand one cigarettes &
smoke braided in light

inevitably
snow falls and
lays a screen across the double indemnity of her heart/
as a motorboat
races across a paper cup
absurd wakes the dismal weather &
“summer will be late next year”
though dreams linger in lost plaid
inspecting warranties on used mattresses

of love – sing the blues
fatten frogs for snakes
reptiles are no good in the winter, anyway –
I’ve become too cryptic –
stained glass in a bombed-out cathedral
but her gaze has strayed far from war;
only the curious imagine
a life free from bullets

just find someone – fuck – do the shuffle
& grow old with bayonets/aloft in a field
holding up the tomatoes.

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