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streaked trees from the truck bed

the leaky world wets through

even this frame and mat

in the reeds, some insistent paper hum

in dragonflies mating, their drunken

swoop and hover.

the place where the land stopped and the water

began to green itself,

we walked here to talk about death,

to take off our pants.

you could ask me to push you in,

demand to be surprised,

your fierce mouth overflowing (bursting/bursting open).