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more wind

I watch the beautiful

Charity of a body peeling,

The heart floating

In a bathtub for hours

Before sinking to the reddy

Bottom. Sing, I love you

Like the sea-salty kiss Of death while toweling

Off & my finger will rap

The window glass. I swear

My intentions are pure—

But damn—those bags

Under your eyes are

Dynamite. What kind

Of hotness are you smuggling

In there? I’m too brittle

For Twister, so come on,

Let’s play spin the neuroses.

I swear there won’t be any tie ’em

Up & spank spank. Not one

Second of Boggle, I promise.

Out here it’s the land of the free.

Home of the craven.

Come out, come out—

Show me what you can

Do with a dozen skunks

Nailed to a dead man.