string thirteen

Fish hide in the earth
lurk the roots
of great trees

*

My skeleton
thinks about you
still, in sleep

*

(nothing    but
a doorknob
but    nothing)

*

I stare into
a gutted STAPLES
and its dark consoles

 

 

 

 

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