“Stronger Than Your Answer”
Bacteria swarms to a new shore
while ants take a bath in the kitchen
and the warm glow of a bed of nails
and the faint putrescence
of a warm glove
veined by icy hands.
I missed the train
to turned hips away from the cougar fire
a rug moistening at the specter
beneath the mantle, cold candles
the roast of a disowned son
the icicle bouquet queen,
coated in liquid silver minutes
faded phone calls.
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