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we’re all shoelaces in the summertime

hoping for cool
under the bed shade,
a thin layer of closet dust
slathered sunscreen style,
and a new pair of flip-flops,
plastic, to feel the poolside scrapes
while we sprawl each frayed thread
careless, curled, and comfortable
like the sun’s own rays


I dozed in your stomach,
Now you sleep in mine.
My slumber was as restless
As the kids
On flight 682,
But I feel turbulence
As you smile in deep sleep
At parasitic dreams
Pirouetting through.


After the drum beats of severance,

A second where the soft things scream-

Butterfly wings rip from metallic seams,

Crocheted blankets feel the scissor blade,

Breath’s surface blisters into a sigh.


every time eyelashes meet
and bubbles pop
or sneezes
break
the counter-clockwise motion
of the moon
and constant
shuffling
of our feet,
something 
past the pattern 
of our veins
strains vision
through thin wires,
fires purify
the everyday
through unseen seconds
of light aspiring
with hot, invisible fingers
to sever
and solder