arsenic
2:07 AM - 2:19 AM
i dry square ghosts stretched in the closet of my ventricle.
i have arsenic skeletons in my back pocket.
i am brilliant green, rotten gums
naturally occurring disasters
and clouds of catastrophe.
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why aren’t my thumbs
stained, budding with life? my garden was birthed
radioactive.
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i’m a two-headed beast with nail-hammered hooves, crashing
in opposite directions;
a yellow crunch path pitched black in pennsylvania night.
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bathroom graffiti and trashbag urinals.
scrawled swastikas in farm show complexes
cherry blossom trees and scarves billowed
red in the bright blue sun.
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im built with brick walls and salt-melted snails.
mortared and pestled, crushed eggs
onto the glass flask of my body to concoct some sort of fate.
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have you SPOKEN to me?
have you lifted the crack under my bitten fingernail
and asked it why it feels nirvana?
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i wring my babyteeth with papercuts and keep them in a jar of stars.
spit wet dust into my ashtray. i search for God
in arbitrary shapes.
