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Nature has her way, her dark blood soaking through these chemicals
stark white hands covering my mouth I want to ask her
fingerprints of blood on these powders

I sink into her silky membranes
that could nourish me better than pills
I want to close my eyes.
I wash her scent off me and stand straight
only touch her with the bottom of my feet

I long for sleep, long for love. I don’t know
if I communicate
only mechanical hums in my ears
skin too delicate and the air stiff with soot

angry bees in my head, hot wires, the candle
was stolen and replaced with a socket:
the toothless old mouth of want, now electric.

And I long for the blood to disintegrate in &
make everything make sense
I eat her plates of white mushrooms
breathe in her yarrow scent
crush her on my fingers

These waves of blood: tidal, ignored.
To taste metals with precision, never sink into you,
everything must open and close.
I am dosed with all the wrong things & still endure.
His spit paints me, I eat it like nectar.

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