Monday, April 6

Everytime I Move My Teeth

her cat is ours lying
on the pillow next
toward the bed I sings

lonely – Blood the tracks,
his tail trailed round his fur
, the last remnant but

for the memories, those
fluorescent sunflower weeds
in my skull, standing upright

learning to walk out the door,
&, treble clef, I have enough
time is all time so I can lose.

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