We came to those vacant hills
To find the animals you had heard
Lived there and ate each other
And not to drink the blood of
Boiled leaves and stems
Till our eyes hid all of space
And we rolled screaming
Like the lovers we weren’t
On rabbit scat
And headed back
The next day
Knowing but not
Talking.

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her face was eclipsed
by a box of peanut brittle
and that's when I realized:
I'd rather have candy than her.

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We filled thermoses with chile
And as we walked in the dark sang
Kicking sand when the road was gone
All the way to bluffs and cliffs
Above the tarry Pacific black
Which would slurp up our voices.

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