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I bend to the hard bead
of sap, and breathe.
Come bail me out, sings
the canoe to the moon.
I crawl through a cannon.
Scene: a parting shot.
Birds like tire scraps
along an interstate.
It widows me: flask weather,
egg carton clouds. Clouds
like empty finger casts.
I scream when the neighbours
do so they'll think
I'm watching the game.
Kissing sounds compose
the dogs. I strike, as one would
a set. Once, I screamed
when Mrs. Peterson went
into labor. She rushed
to the taxi in a fur coat
like some kind of car wash.
The epic ends: I am still
in love. See the simple black
of the bear’s hide? It was achieved
with three hundred whumps
of the press. Sprinklers spur
the stucco. At the last moment,
the first diver produces
a glass of water from his sleeve.
Come bail me out, I sing
to the wall. I circular breathe.
I wake with glitter in
my beard. I wake trying to scrape
off my beard. Men are peeling
windows from the buildings,
revealing bricks. I will wash
my mouth out with sugar.
I am not a newspaperman,
that is a photograph of my lover
in my hatband.
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