these days last forever. her brick bones sunning in heat and through the window tree leaves fan their shadows on my face cradled in light her bones old, shivering in the sun.
it used to be unsettling in the stomach a screaming urge for home now i just want to touch another face touch teeth to turn and be turned inside out some nights more than others
i sure don't feel like much of an adult. i've always thought about and have written about doing something different as i am looking at something ... turning it upside down to see the underside of it
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