face faucets drop dripping
with salt and oh
you’d better drink something
you’d better you’d
kill to keep them all safe
kill to know they’re all safe
and keep your keep your
quiet as a cricket night
elegant as bathroom fights
it’s blue ink broken skin
but see
how it has learned already
to repel and reject
the unfiltered unknown
each to each minute as
dull as wooden swords
or infinite jest
the night ghosts through my grasp
its lead caught in the beaks
of morning birds


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