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Trying as I may to see the baseboards in your love

from the strangest catacombs of my solitude

I've learned the sun will neglect us each respectively

In response Lord let me renounce all these answers

turned soft like bus transfers in the pit of my pockets

You laugh like my grandmother hunched over 

the sink with her hair in the water. Don't worry 

I won't think that way forever. Fireflies fly off as we hack 

away at bike locks. Neighbors hold our baby photos 

to the muzzles of their dogs

Stay out of the city parks the magazine stores

Test the dusk light with the patience needed to touch any 

such unpredictable mammal. You've been warned I am 

trying to turn back into nothing. Nothing

And my sweet dream of a skyline burning

Scores of clean SUVs idle in the flames

I wish for you never to kneel under your porch table 

and give in to thinking fatefully. How maniacal 

all these monks on waterfronts

counting every breath that leaves their bodies