“Fragile Stability”
Run the bones of this hospital
with the gurneys
everything is skewed
the skewering of warm bones
the garbage we call home
the graves of our blankets
sleet salmon
through violent hips,
feral in all the empress emerald
the bulging of your marrow,
the phantom of your hiss
build me a stone rodeo
for the ghosts
of any use to us emptiness
erase the songs
hope in your underwear drawer
to buy time
under thunder
befallen you
a blanket matched skin to you
with burning insistence
with split-lipped woe.
nicholauspatnaude 
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