Behind the Lake

The bottle of Vodka drinks us up and leaves us,
finished like an astronaut who drifts off
years ago, gray matter cut from goodbye…

Do you remember when you were a flood
and I was a crime hanging off the greens
of your body,giving you magnolia petals

big enough to cover all your shifting, feeding
you starstuff and glass? Behind the lake, you
are a lark, spilling bronze from your coat tails,

casting  lines deep into the railroad tracks they build
a city over, use the rusted beams for haphazard
foundations, the origin story for every breath…

create and create layers of spongy peach shell
all to have them scraped and scraped away, we
are born to become calcium deposits, no growing back.


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