What It Would Have Been Like, WyomingBrandon Shimoda
What It Would Have Been Like There go the colors that cover you, cultivations that the ground had allowed. Ask. What They Would Have Been Like Cattle are given over to our bodies, pale, and paled in by the theater of our stripping down. As animals, hard to convince, bellowing with spit, coarsened by acid loam and germ. Where They Would Have Taken You Along the drive, blushing at their maturity - pathological and abusive of our lilt - which makes you want to, all the more so: goodbye grass and lo, what land, red against the rushing of the valley. What We Would Have Imagined Too great the property of our wandering, too heavy to be properly easeled and rendered. Where We Would Have Done It In this state. On the cheek or on the chin, with your lips matching my blood. What We Would Have Been Like I will be viciously attacked by a loose one, as you watch, your bare bottom flagged among the mountains.
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