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YEKI BOOD YEKI NABOOD

every day someone finds what they need

in someone else

you tear into a body

and come out with a fistful of the exact

feathers you were looking for wondering

why anyone would want to swallow

so many perfect feathers

everyone

looks uglier naked or at least

I do my pillar of fuzz my damp

lettuce

I hoarded an entire decade

of bliss of brilliant dime-sized raptures

and this is what I have to show

for it a catastrophe of joints this

puddle I’m soaking in which came

from my crotch and never did

dry

the need

to comfort anyone else to pull

the sickle from their chest seems

unsummonable now as a childhood

pet as Farsi or tears

I used to slow

dance with my mother in our living

room spiritless as any prince I felt

the bark of her spine softening I became

an agile brute she became a stuffed

ox I hear this happens

all over the world