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spring cleaning

watch you vacuum
the hair spreads like creeper vines and dry
ivy up your legs to just below
your stomach
all dark black and curls twist
around like two snakes fighting
to get the little dust mite houses
cluttering your carpet
vibrate the ripe railways
you regulate the floor space
and smile flash and smirk
like venom is blackening your lips
as you curl
the chord around
like a sash


(I can't think of a good title)

a little flag clung to your lapel
like plane crash cannibals clinging to mountains
looking at the boy behind the counter
that replaced the brown haired girl
when you started thinking his hair curled
down over an eye so quietly noticed
the way his lips mouth your names
write it on your cup clinging
to each move his eyes make
before he pours your drink
weighs heavy in the cup

the sun sits
somewhere in dark spaces
night time persists and the stars
choke out light hoping
you will bleed while silver light
claws out your eyes leave
empty sockets waiting to catch
but its simply sunlight singing
into your ears suns hands
all in your hair breathing heat
onto your lips
sweating

sliding into denim blues
and too much stomach seems to hang
from gray bones
full of green dust know
no one knits fingers
into your hair no one cradles
that egg in your throat hears
little whispers out of your mouths
like ghosts slide out of west texas towns
no one
but the sun