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leave the fox on the hill;
growing streetwise, stunning
in his winter whims
I owe him nothing, owe him
everything and more
but here he's taken straight,
licking gauzy wounds and ranging
less and less below dense arms
of branched forest, sundered
he knows too well his fates,
that any man could take him
blue and pale and lacking
to the edge of death (and the sea
that sways before her)
for my part I know no tune
to tell him not to worry, tell him
not to give up on the human hand
so let him be as jaded, as cynical
as the world will make him; rigid
spine perking up his ears and softly
say goodbye before he goes
growing streetwise, stunning
in his winter whims
I owe him nothing, owe him
everything and more
but here he's taken straight,
licking gauzy wounds and ranging
less and less below dense arms
of branched forest, sundered
he knows too well his fates,
that any man could take him
blue and pale and lacking
to the edge of death (and the sea
that sways before her)
for my part I know no tune
to tell him not to worry, tell him
not to give up on the human hand
so let him be as jaded, as cynical
as the world will make him; rigid
spine perking up his ears and softly
say goodbye before he goes
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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your memory is heavy
I keep trying to unload the weight of you in words
but still I'm burdened
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no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
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