“Moonlight Spoils Vermont”
There was something clean about the way you speared me,
something sacred of the blood
filtering through my gills
while my gull filled with hair pie meat
and wriggling newts
diseased dream teeth
scattering me away over crowns,
horizons, bleached princess terror tiaras
deadly vipers, scream kisses
I don’t believe in you
is contagious
as spilling milk, ghost sheets,
treacherous highways, wooded phantoms
dialing with too many gold rings,
lipstick on costume lapels,
cucumbers sliced to their blood gurgling,
glory through the future you
our future too, waving the grasslands
the palm sucking last right meal morsels
the dorsal fin
daffodils call your name
somewhere in the past
was all scattered spiders of a dream
and it wasn’t even a eulogy.
nicholauspatnaude 
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