"When I Look For Your Body, I Find More Than Your Body" by Natasha Kessler |
for RW
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rabbit in red, your fractured sleep
tiptoeing tooth marks across your arm
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a ghost deer on your kitchen table,
eating jimson weed
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nothing more than taxidermy
foxes, dogs barking wet at the tree line,
a light in your old cabin
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new wood posts dug into a weathered face,
washed linens, washed beginning
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what tastes like bad,
a sticky cocoon in your back pocket
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chemicals exploding in the secret laboratory,
a hint of teeth, the beaker
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the end of light, your soft hand pressing on this sentence
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You, sleepyhead, in your naked outfit, you are always a mouth, a doorknocker,
the sonic vibration of a hummingbird, a fly wing to wash from my neck every evening, one scale at a time.
