Lakehouse

When we disrobed
I didn't know the innocence
We hung over the couch
Would stay there
So I ate the couch
Every last bit of it
Like that champion bicycle eater
I learned to chop things
Into tiny pieces
To better handle
The heft of their existence
But it made me sick anyway
So I learned to box springs
And horizontally support
Carve finial
Bond leather
And laterally stretch
All of no use
When repurposing frameworks
But with no stains
And no lack of cheap fabric
I learned to speak in remnants
And there by the lake house
I found a small splinter
Something I had left behind
And upon eating it
I was satisfied
I felt complete
Beside a dock
Between two cranes
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2.6.13