COMESOFORT

her first undressing wouldn't take     she pretended a second nudity

masqueraded the discomfort of knowing what would not come next

her laughter had been real to a point

but the riddled impetus of doom    even when facing a carefully chosen 

europe

provided no rhythm to which her nakedness could swing

                                          repetitions

entangled her in hope      he spoke of beginnings

it is easy

for those whose beginnings take place in the pre-experienced

her eyes     would not pay for the next round

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BLACKOUT AT THE BREAK OF DAWN

your stolen shoe horn broken

you watch wheelchairs congregate

you would be found on a somalian speed boat / in the hands of someone to whom your body was valuable / or in a hospital you cannot afford / expiring while pretending to suffer for someone pretending to care /

you think neither

you think nosedive onto the most expensive car in the hotel parking lot, broken shoe horn lodged inbetween upper lip and front teeth / the overconfidence brought on by sangria, that your action will start a class war /

you will charge the shell of immortality / it's amateur night at the suicide palladium / ambulances will be running through every page you have written / picking up bodies with gusto, and calm / playing jockamo fee nané / loudspeakers on your chest /

you have one wound, the only one that exists

you are healed / the amoeba rises to shout