For Jess & Lacey
A trauma to the wall of suffering warts
held gems in pond water
in the thick mallow of eggs
and it can be dismissed
in the house where guts suffer
or tired kids voice to legs
genomes where pools linger above
magic becomes something to be soft about
to make butter in endlessly
lists will never forgive this
only porridge in a boring pan
sad & dumb mooring in shallows
pills stuffing up the plumbing
some dead litter in piles
the soft soft soft drum
the spooky smoke coils
I open spoons along the table
no viciousness in us
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