the great wild cow bound me to both of them
—at first I was all thick hair—barley
dragged through mud—I ran with gazelles ate
grass drank rivers—I wasn’t there when
he crushed what could have eased his final
journey—stupid I know but I would
have shared what strength I could gather if
—but I was gone by then—and when that
shining lady tried to claim my friend
—I tore off part of her great bull—flung
it at her crown—missed—the streets slipped with
gore—we’d won the fight—but then sickness—
his face rained by my side for days until
a worm dropped from my nose to the dust
Tag: nose
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Do we have time to unlearn the
first frown and move on? I really
don’t want to bite your nose off. It’s
just that I haven’t slept well since
Reagan and like clockwork a blackooze rises to cover far too
much and did I mention my back
shoulder knee and oh I did well
we’ll leave that and look down at thesilver city where there may yet
be room as many claim and though
our souls are quite used to otherterrains we must try as each moment fails
to return or else another foul wind
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what they whisper about his long beach walks counting
shells shattered pristine empty clam mussel razorthus we may inch closer to the secret of his
much lauded carrot cake muffin smoothie vape cartSometimes just the shine of a new pen the thin tic
picking up my glasses a cloud now and then anda few winter visitors Brant
Loons Mergansers and BuffleheadsThough the problem really began in my nose. It
was a warm, obvious sort of day and I askedwhere do they go and what do they hope to achieve
hiding behind the instruction to keep the eyeshut and use that special salve two times a day as
though the softness of her hands but keep the door locked
other animals 