Sunday

chop ankles
 


Cigarette minds and pink eyes.
The ground is hollow, hands to
The dying animals. Volcanoes
Only make noise at night. Take
My teeth, take my eyes, but
Please leave my thighs. Alone
Before the water rises, algae
Between my toes. Driving along
But I don’t know where to.
Let my mind sink.

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