“I Fell from a High Depth”

17 Feb

“I Fell from a High Depth”

I fell from a high depth

mapping the gold of wrists,

a parakeet with lonely eyes

through this tight keyhole;

a wind bent for saunas;

a derelict reflection;

frightful fur collars,

ferocious in your bed

night on all fours…

…the llama knows no injury.

The pears fell

we painted our toenails with moonlight

and all the hungry capybaras

licked the leather off a motorcycle jacket

then somebody faded away.

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