• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 01
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I'd like to see you
trace bone cracks to their calcium ends
and weigh each pore each cavern mouth
these still dreams supported by cartilage
until you hit hard upon my shoulder blade
and knock off the gum between the bones,
stand tall among the ruins with a flashlight,
feeling transparent like a museum glass
I'd like to you see you.

then, I'd like to see you age.