“tuscarawas river song.”
born sightless but
going into focus
w/ the softness
of an acetylene flame –
your eyes, blue animals
running from their own reflection
(torn-into) as a mouth
w/ the gums gone open:
for hog-tied whippoorwills
in mock poses of the living;
clouds balled w/ the fists
of arthritic gamblers;
naloxone canisters, clorox walls,
the hard asking of rain –
the rain
in the fashion of a human body
that does not fall
faster while laughing.
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