saturday suppositories

surveillance spills across breasts
vibrating at the grazing of a
2am beard

practiced at interrupting sleep
to play house with imagined
blossoms

whose moans have healed the
tongues of shipwrecked thumbs
caught

in lines sprung from coarse lips
baked in the pretense of desire

where fisted graves tear at
memory’s anus only to carry

headstones into anonymous
winds

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