the sevens
the time alone
intense
a movement game
a stick of lime
ignore the response
abilites
march moon
april stars early
moaning no response
their response
the time table
water table
stick
figure me the numbers
tell
tailed
sloping
justify
read me out
order
time time
wait for
starry
in until
white
chalky
standing here in the glares
from windows
from eyes
gloves souls
marching
seeing me from all angles
no justification left
planes
no more
stars
tangled hair in gel of combs
black things
nets nest
nougat
monster
soaking acceleration
morning
moor mired anchor safe anchor haven fleeting
stoke the fire
ticker vehicular
stardust
music on the radios of you
dream you dream you dream you dream
days of clearance
up up I tell my eyes but they are stuck to that floor
the plum tomatoes
her pears bear her cactic nipples
dry dark tentacular growth
sticking teeth
into siblings' skins
cane
canned rot
that glass reflection
at the well not the bottom of the stairs
but somewhere near there
who's going to make breakfast
the children especially no
no no
well maybe but still no
fecund
dark hooting
are we outside the bed
did we learn of the abuse
yet
and if not then when because it was
every time
skin slough
hurt
all gone no longer
don't
we will not take responsibility
slender limbs
every one knows
any one can know
the knowing you know
stop
at the red
nails
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