it’s abject the smile i see over across there
you in your lone bed i want to be in
and me on the floor sprawled in fetal
sifting through quite small thoughts
of love of loss and the in between then and now
wished we were back in the forest
kicking at some vagrant wood
green cool birch lumped down in my jaw
blue silent smoke hanging icy on the air
and we’re walking to see the horses in their pens
when the beaten path ends
and the railcars go scalding by
i climbed this tree i put a red pipe up to get some start
and hung down from the high branch
fell back to the earth and blood spewed forth
matting all the hair on the back of my head
you laughed and i laughed
we shared a bed that night too
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