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u are like a once-known animal in the sky of my face, a pattern of bloated stars

running the territory of my cheeks in wolf form, teeth that pop

snarl and grow only to eat away the day near mirrors

u feel so grand i could cry

a blueprint of oil on the bus ride home from work at night

i can barely see the planets burning above us bending through the window

in the thesaurus, constellation comes up with luck future and circumstance

my circumstance is mom driving her car into a culvert, seeing

photos afterwards—flash bright on the underbelly of the engine parts unmoving and foggy at night

how u change is well documented in a selfie album

images of us angled toward light like fireweed

the future is my cousin in a dream where bugs leak from her body

teal beetles that reflect the syllabus of earth, rearranged

the luck isn’t always easy to find like my attempts to be funny

in a poem

auntie dries her hair in the bathroom kohkom’s slippers shuffle across beige carpet

dreams i keep having u float off my face like raspberry-red bubbles

remind me where we come from part prairie, part invasion

u are me made uneven pushing ur way into this world during sleep

i don’t always understand dreams tho even when i know i should listen

u heal over time into a lake into a latch of memory