windower

there’s so much blood here
we’ll never get the stain out
empty for your uncarved image
straightening under
twin waterfalls

i’m on a road paved with dead shoes
& glittering insect shells
can’t feel pain
without a body to burn
and the sheets never held so much heat
you can’t fake this shit, not now

over black coffee, over noise rock
take the map but leave the treasure
grating like an eardrum
wretched like a nail

those tear-me-down eyes
say watch your back babe
say your chest is empty
say i love you still

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Hi. I'm a poet. I was a playwright/producer before the pandemic. If you're wealthy and want to be a modern Medici, drop me a buck or two: paypal.me/ksnapreads

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