Making the abortion joke in front of him
his knowing I know Drilling
metal into the wood with real pressure
equals finality and if I do it wrong
over time, flesh on the tip of my finger
will feather and slip off hot water in the
shower harmonizes with pain

Most days I can send forth my aspects
to give and receive messages of near-
chronic happiness

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…and God speaks through cold weather +
a fine knife + white rice + blood oranges
All of which form golden hoops around me
this champagne-ish morning
All the birds panic at once
in the park Someone laughs as I walk by
but someone also offers
a ride: we are all intermediaries

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Laughter is oxygen-loss
a brief el(ev)ation as God pulls
the flying carpet
from beneath us saying

Don’t forget your elegies