his face rubs off
       

summer on earth
as a drunken honey bee
was offered me
i turned it down
to study glaciers
now they're melting
i dock this paper boat
to stone dolphins
of drowned cities
and share my lunch
with peregrines
my face has rubbed off
the pocket change
of illusory friends
i am lost paint
fallen to the floor
from the canvases
of closed museums
i have run out of whim
but recall its bitter taste
and nothing forbidden
tugs or dizzies me
which shaves the serifs
from the alphabet of the end
when i am gone
1magme me
sailing a slice of apple
through an open window
to another possibility

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from The Seas Are Dolphins' Tears
Leaky Boot Press
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