like slow meals you lick the whole skin
live by the biggest tree near the parsley and the beets
made a lie: you trust me.

salt tongue stalled in the wind but i can tell you
i feel softer, some peg shrunk by age,
moon of a better moon.

the ceiling is danced into with three body parts;
i break my teeth as presents to you
for rowing me home with both arms.

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