Oily

Every morning the same prayer-song unwinds
effervescent thread through the streets

i’m bursting with sap and smoke and spore

The rains flickered across my chest leaving only
freckles with curfews too early to watch me

These references we make are all so oily

Loping across the dew of white fields even
though i’m busted as viscous and drag where

i should talk You can have some too

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