a brown eared dogmouse if one stopped by · summer · tables of paperwood


brief, endless, erotic, witness, grace, claim,
feed, speak, root, threads, empty, rare


you are threads of shining light in the night sky

shooting out from your brief roots here on this earth

I claimed you as my own though you were not of my blood

you were devoured by endless and erotic hunger

but your veins are empty now

i could not feed you what you needed

though I cover you with grace

I speak your name to say that yours is not a rare story

can I get a witness







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