Red Salmon

You could relent a little

The owls in the hemlocks all have shaken baby syndrome

And their eyes are the color of highways

The world begins as a tone and a pinhole of light

Not exactly a surprise

But it's something I "remember" when she bites my ear

The sky opening up to a river of stars

This all reminds me of a barn I used to sleep in when I wanted to feel gone

There was a hole in the roof

It was like living in a glass-bottom boat

Consciousness at the top of the universe with the ocean pouring in through it

Conception

Whether you like it or not

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