as an epilogue melting in the snow covered sand
       

let me loose clarity. sometimes i am who am
sometimes i am eye. sometimes, i am you. you
are my blown mine canary echoing the Word ef
the Lord akimbo at the ambo uncruxed by the
fodder filled brain stems.
you are my peripatetic aperitif.
you is all i want to do
until my last breath a bucket list of bayou chirps.
i love you circumstantially, circumventually,
circumfreely. the way you minister to Monday,
coaxing song from that rusty papal throat.
you are a monster of my own mythology.
the doey eyes lodged in your head.
your pterodactyl bones and
cardinal nerves woven under hippo skin.
a reptilian core to house your elephant
heart. your cat spine and cow shoulders make
it hard to find a tailor. you are a cavity
in my pluperfect molar, an ache
across the pontiff of my toes. i cannot be
placid in the fluidity of your pigmentation
and i want to

                                                                                                move on now.

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