It was all a distraction

We should call them 'brother" now.

Title is optional.

I can’t hear them talk 

if they 

won’t 

go to 

sleep 

sometimes

it is sad like a lion’s tooth. 

It is brown like a spotted bear. 

It is the only way I can keep it from happening.

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This may be the end of the road.

Chance encounters with 

slimy gutters. 

I’d remove the 

scabby interactions 

if I could. 

I bite my fingers and 

sink. 

Seven

and a half

glorious riders fell into the sea that morning. 

A giant leapt out of the water at the precise moment

their tongues met water. 

Fish swam.

Nets sank. 

A dribble of rain to start, 

and 

flood. 

 

(if it doesn’t, it doesn’t)

Try to make a sentence. 

Wish it up. 

Is it out there, 

somewhere?

Does it exist?

 

 

There are two people in this body.

One does. 

One talks. 

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