in these crowded fingers crickets snapping up what remains of the unsellable night the storm two days away
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before sleep
little storms in my jawbone
squirrels in my fingers
on which the secret fall
falls on
willows and other
memories sold
the fairy tale home
a trail of stars
to shelter fresh
organs made of glass
who needs all this change for the
better bury me in styrofoam
the song crickets compose ever new night blue stars
eating this double-edged dawn without crickets
what thoughts I can twilight crickets
crickets taking notes on each star
crickets in the breeze
I decide to wait
another day
crickets
in the cool breeze—
sleeping alone
her sigh and crickets on the cool breeze
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