puts your back out pulls
an endless supply of ocean
from your eyes
and hot water makes you howl and moan
makes you take inventory counting bills
in every hidden envelope
in every hidden envelope
means you lie flat on hot then cold turned carefully
so some of that shit’s gonna be ok sunshine
so some of that shit’s gonna be ok sunshine
soaks the soles of your feet
when ghost cats purr in your lap
when time drowns in shock
and love is root stock, terpenes and salt
heartbreak rolls stone
exposes grief curling up shocked at the sudden light
decocts tannins and flowers with thorns
boundaryless body pain that stops you
means nothing at all
but steep and wait
stroke ghosts
don't drown
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