Cracked up

Man’s nude eyes watch curled smoke
unscrew her eggshell face, trace

her final name, learn to gather
silence unnoticed. He learns to see

in trees how single hands turn
into wood but tremble, feel

in thorned vines the criminal
hunger to choke. He forgets her

ankles in black leather, her tender
thigh’s inner pinch, the ferocious

climax when milk fills her
belly. He learns the crunch

of crushed teeth, how to breathe
ammonia or sorcer abstract

concept into forms shrinking
fingers can poke. He forgets

to blame gods for the boundless
moth wings holding air in place.


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