I.I watched your throat melt until it was all sound,stood over your glass winter, the drapeslithe as light and my vigil close to crow//I swear, mountain, I heard knee before knell.II.All the time, clovers all the time// spines. A drivewaydies like the sun between our arms, and we called it Calgary// because nothingsat in the pickup truck trundling home, or in the help//which outlasts the life.It was iron// beyond you. The country of your neck// more than hungering.III.Weeks from when her body// would clam shut,she reached for a candle, and crushed it into her temple// Open,she asked the Silence. Gun,it echoed back.
Knees as a Sign of Wonder
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