help me

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
i no longer know how to move
or spread wings spiraling
down as clouds twist
from my mouth
or write you the poems
i never could say
your face has these teeth
that shine me to sleep
and noisily dream

in case you forgot
you stomped your feet
on my grave
just so i could turn
and dance in my box
that steals all the cable
the cemetary could offer
to donors of organs
with intact eyes
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