In the attic entrench women with cheeks neroli
As
boulders hug a pillow
thin
drowning in the ashes of your bath salts
.......... ...............
has become the cult
vacuum and all the earth opens up on the gallows
elegant
charred skin look indifferent
rises in smoke trails
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Meanwhile
the treetops
stars betray growing above her bare neck
of
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[Photo by John Gutmann]
