oneAnna Elena Eyre
a family there curled in bed everyone grown / developed on top of covers limb placement odds private parts / undercover you there in your act of hair can participate in parade not as well as wig with legs but enough costume to ride a float / you drop your purse blurt out an InDecipherable phrase InDependent and jump into celebratory onslaught / legs run the faster they do the slower you are walking up a downward escalator / you have a premonition of an old friend know to expect companion the first appears similar but is not yours the second is dead in your arms releases purse from clamped jaw your kisses meet cool lapse of tongue / someone left the window open the hummingbirds don’t know to go back where they came from you let them out the front door go back to close their entrance and it is hinge less / sealed paneplates you from figureeightaerial maneuvers. yourmom says ifbirdsonly knewto fly down theycouldescape atrium. your bestfriend istheone who doesnot speak yourwords butlicksyour tongue—noseknows what to sniff for—willhelp youwhenyou cannot run backwards. back familial wardbed—wordbetter left open toobservation to preventprivateconfusion. you remember a mentoredbeast is best leftfordark. the beast bestnot seeown body or recognizeown scent shedof fur. relies on companion for touch tomeasureself. bestnot wick beast knot into X-insist existence. flame. your wax drips scarnaked vulnerable human organ unlit toeyeless night. the best disguises are familiarphysicaltraits—exaggerated. the hair brings you back to her—theonewho loves you regardless ofherhairlessness or tongue’s leadheruse and let her participate in leather fleshlyfestivals of no particularparticle.
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