some new walk
along the sewn line
gap on water line and stone
the dizzy mouth
taste each dish to tooth
spitting drink and hair
remember face down is
toe up, torn the buried tooth
kissing gravy blooms dried
blood china sidewalk lip
fold laundry scrub rice
from plates unbearable quiet
gentle air and bird sounds
scurry flue and rat
I feel like retching
hold it down lip wall
tooth brick I remember you
buried my tooth
and escalators the daily spoke
held hands ascent
crying can be epic
and it can be over forever
bring it along hold its hand
keep it in a buried box
forget it softly the names
I call it walking
call it broken feet
call it falling from the flightless
cliff seat of licking
sun on sharp rocks
dug in like teeth to the heart
incisor on the heart
doesn’t cut
it unties
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