Breaking In To The Graveyard Where ___ Is Burried
Fold your shoulders
until you fit
through the iron
of the fence
Around you - air origamis and collapses
the fractals of it shrink and expand - this is
a moment where physics cease
Light cannot escape your eyes
I want you to birth yourself
- now
The leaves are worried - they red and drop
immediately in response
You
are buttered
A scrape along the expanse
of your
torso
Dislocate your memory
Attach it to the string of a balloon
At the horizon of your vision - a sort of
whirl exists - it is a spot where boats can
manage - can decide -
In the interior
a sound of geese hissing
When you find the grave you are seeking
there will be a garbage truck
rattling in the streets
Did you bring a sandwich
wrapped in cellophane
or brown paper
It matters which
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