Asparagus snap
Fresh neckbone adrenaline snap
Anticipated release
Snap
That's how it will be
Silty con leche breeze
Latte on the neck
Shirt off
Bicycle tires sticking to the milky pavement
Barely getting anywhere at all
Like a distant galaxy
A former slough of me
A molten fever of me
Disparate and jointless
Finding a corner of shade
To form a tornado in
All dust and hair and half and half and half of that
Some respectful ledge
Above tons of movement
Sadly dangerous
A spectator's sport
All of us just a little bit of foam
Lightly hanging above
Slowly blending in
Becoming more and more
Heavy
Dark
Languid
Never so much as a tradewind
To show off our affinity for air
From some breast
And now this
Waiting
For some divergency
Some shade to curl up in
Some ridge to lean against
While the glaring beacon moves closer
Like bees on a prison break
Burrowing into the dirt
For lack of a better direction
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5.13.08
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