(already cracked open with debris)
(flatness the morning the bonebed—
I remember touching him
too much in the silverchest of night)
(a bakery of Christians
shake their heads where they serve
acid espresso, they would like to refuse me
my slice of cake)
(hemisphere of the last lover
where women spoke
soft languages sometimes
at night my words don’t reach—)
(I can't find his blue glass green
glass through the balconies
open mouth, teeth)
(the refractions! this place
could be the inside of a diamond)
(parrots & toucans. Toucans & passerines.
he teaches me the names of them.)
(floods, the fruits that are small at home
are huge eyes opened
whose is this best climate)
(the desire to be desired
has almost nothing
to do with it)
(the laws prevent
two buildings too close together
at least one must let in light—)
(I can’t find the lightshow
he made in the lobby—no wonder
my heart’s in another heart’s teeth)
(shaking down the sweet bananas
in the dogyard we go
to see the amazing trees)
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