the wind by itself won’t shuffle any new words into that open mouth unless you swallow this jeweled spider rescued from the attic of justly isolated children
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I cough and February again
a joke the smirking wind might make to
Enkidu in the land of shadow
but this even older
chair a little dog
sharing some warmth
something other
than dust
falls from
my mouth
sound of rain
seeds
the wind
in
my throat
closes at dusk
already past as long as you can stay undecided about how to walk on the shards of this mirror after months of wind whipping the whys of juvenilia
to eat but winter wind. The bloody stone by the turn
after learning to teleport October wind the empty
grit in the wind all my abandoned blogs
snowflakes in the wind’s groan swallow pills one by one
the ice wind inside. Having written the date I force myself