“Film Project”

7 Jan

“Film Project”

When marigolds cover a snowy grave.

When distance laps the waves,

the oars we towed away,

the tangled memories shellacked and spackled,

will you cut the tears away, my eyes?

Misery fumes the duchess.

I am hippopotamus desires.

A finger-wrestling match against yourself

in the cantaloupe of night

blind line-dancing

bullet vest, crude choices

through the jungle

fly the wings of this story

her shriveled body

wrapped in grape leaves

arrives from the future

to impregnate the past

crying thousand-eyed stares

spaghetti straps, tortured doves,

fresh yellow jackets

in the bathroom stalls

where you dressed for you.

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