as the crow rides the eye line of plain illinois,
I’m barefoot lost as a girl and a boy,
contusions spitting absentee, redolent
of secrecy,
synaesthetes from colored words and I can’t imagine what they were,
stasis
cutting ashen,
i’m in love with my contractions
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