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  You rise onto painted toes
  reaching the bandage box.

  Your blouse lifts a bit,
  exposing a curve of gaze.

  The light is post-set,
  befitting our halo suits.

  Such wild promise . . .

  How do you
  go flawless of posture?

  I want to remember this.
  This is absolute.






  Pipe Flowers

  Snowstorms in the safe room,
  epiphanies enjoy themselves.

  Are they ever creeped
  by the dragon's breath?

  Oh, an illness not to be
  metaphorical. It snacks
  right though you

  leaving bags-o-bone,
  and tells your mom. Say,

  I quit the gym,
  that's the skinny
  on the new.

  She accepts it, though
  the loot gives out.