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aqueduct of memory

aqueduct of memory

DEATH TO THE LACROSSE CAPTAIN

smack and smear back pressed into the jeep horn 20,000 league between choked in my own driver’s seat we could be buried together be present

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in too close lick my ear while you’re at it swallow the storm in the parking lot of the bowling alley 6’5”, it’s perfect porch light, lean down, kiss goodnight

strung out on nicotine i buy the alchol, know i shouldn’t we park at the marina stars dip in and out of marsh weeds tongue meridians along our longitudes another pass through

we return to the high school you didn’t know me then tussle in the turf two vessels spun out under stadium lights bore through my skin the bonewhite of a trailer park beneath

someone cast a spell on the front porches in this town because after that night the sky aches red ghost boy, sex cyborg the last love story i’ll ever get

dark mode in the sailing town bar gin & tonic hatchet held my face in your hands let me look at you a second i bury you when i’m done enjoy fucking maggots

crawl out of that grave you dug and i will put you right back in it life is short and we all love each other

but here you are not forgiven

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