one month down

one month down

the starter wouldn't turn over.

was it the battery or the engine?

what was this to cost? we're a vehicle,

is what i'm trying to say, thinking

unmechanically. we're on fumes riding.

it's all in the reach,

isn't it. why isn't it

the moment? i woke up

pathetic, had dreams of the beach

i was not at.

didn't need coffee when

you didn't need coffee. shrunk.

i stretched up and kept

stretching. what is

monogamy? why are my hands

bitten, nails shaking? the dog

ran away four times. you were angry

to die in the fire, in your dream. we sat

right here on the porch, drinking water

dressed in yerba mate. where is this

or that? you ask. i stop asking

where are we? i wonder if

you're: always doing, i'm: always thinking.
it's against this socialized nature,

to stop. Cleaning. Mending. Gardening. Nurturing.

but Breathing clears the static,

to Sit, to Cry.

we kissed goodbye twenty minutes
ago, less love, more

duty.  i have no bearings, nothing smooth

and oiled, no front brakes.

i could go on preparing

my cage. really, the cage

was just a joke, a giant trash score,

a concept for a photo shoot. yet someone

pointed to my extra bones & feathered

heart, she pointed at her, at you,

the sky. she said fly, and i realize

i've forgotten.

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