rope-sk pin' in the he a t as picky as bones
ip
so dry around the cardboard future of
these men, home race homeless but
with hop : e-brand cigarettes in their
stillborn hands with three thumbs
waving snakes against the sun,
its breath so thick that one
could almost swi'm in its sweat
river tr
ick
ling
downward s
a pair of brows and weary skin
so dry, and still she keeps
ip
sk pin'
her thoughts so much on her own
that we'd sometimes ask her to hide
us
from stars
from startling reve:
lations
and she would spin
dust- sk i p p i n
g
a marvellous pattern
of sun, shadow and stone
lizards on an asphalt coast
Birth sign: Capricorn
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