before i started.
the hidden parts
lifted out by alto factions.
singing reading.
many walks are down and back.
pushing into the wall
of a house. bottom three feet
known, a shallow wooden washpool.
give over the big book of
bloodlet languages.
it's meet. it's right.
it's dynamite under a friend's pillow.
it's lit, i lit it.
when the short laborer
beats his chest in the story,
i imagine the sound of
the breastbone cracking
before heart massage
before they call it.
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