shoals of self

on this rare skin
we naked tangled
ghosts with flesh and
freaking out done
mangled in the mesh
the ripping cry
a soughing sigh
as we stumbled
mad awake into
our frozen nights
look! gold and scattered
sunly and brilliant
absurd as a turd with
pickle on the sword and
squeezed between mother’s
breasts and father’s fists
the desperate shoals of self
so shallow lovingly like cotton
mallow melting like a dream
before the rising to awake

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