• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 09
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carry my hips
in your palms, shredded out, pork buns in glass cabinets

today mid-day came and went
I said hello and goodbye as the wild molasses clouds pressed the dirt
even the grass grasped their dander
their moment before happening

way out there, so far out that filaments of moments become runners swathing the earth
I am outstretched
a Gumby in the cosmos, sweating under skin gently threading
pelvic inclination angle - flawless
in the easy flush of continuous