I want to bittertangle

with you the moon on

the lamp shade next to

the man who writes on

pipe wrenches when lonely

on a rig miserable people

mingle in Hobby Lobby

learning ways to forget

graves that await them

I want a body in a sandpit

with you in it and disease

an ornament on the Christmas

tree between-girls swallowing

glitter sandpaper angels pain

basket of laughter in the middle

of nowhere tied red bow like

my waist forgiven juniper thin


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