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Romanus

Your designer made you gargoyle.
Gave you a spout to convey water.
Your open mouth slows the progress of erosion,
rainwater. The length of your body determines
the fall of the water my hair is tangled up with,
in this whirled ceiling fan, perfect sundress
weather, for hiding my iron gullet in. 

I implore you to feel this as I do, under the
carved out church, gentling, and warm, and
besides ourselves, shoulder to shoulder.

Warmth as if from a dragon breathing
somewhere nearby hits us. His breath allows
one prisoner free, in accord with
the annual street procession of St. Romain.

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Chambered

And now you break me open like
a pomegranate thrown against a wall.
My heart in imitation of that fruit
has locked itself in unnumbered cells
arranged like with Sebus’ strange
symmetry. 

Our shadows tessellate on grasses
illegible as water-laden pulp. The grounds
keeper swore he saw something move—
there! By them grave sentry theatres. 

We hung round a little while past the
presentation, broadening our cultivation,
blazoning a complex coat of arms behind
our heads, talking excitedly, on Artemis,
our voices grew in tiers like shrubs baring
all of their fatal, chambered fruit in a
single season.

Artemis, born of a quail, you told me,
broke a pomegranate to wear for a
serrated crown. I knew from my own
readings she once tamed a bear, and
went round in a chariot pulled by golden
horned deer. 

And I thot but did not say to you that I am
like her, for men who saw her naked body
befell tragedy. I am uninterested however
in archery. I am shot at, not the one to shoot.
Also, I have been flanked, times, on
either side by common blue butterflies.

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Couple

collage from google images searchin

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Just Treat Me Like I Was A Bear

its ok when im long-gone to utter my name.
im not going to appear on the scene, worked
up into a tissy about it. 

just make sure when my life shuts upon itself
like petals of a desert flower once the sun has set,
to first eat the best, fattyest parts of my body. 

then, once you’ve rid yr hands and lips of the grease
of me, please also wash empty my skull, using waters
from the next flash flood, and place it with some care
onto the tallest tree branch.

return me to the stars
to again live amid bears.

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