Canvas
My mistake
has always been
to headfake
too soon.
When I turn &
take it square-
ly on the cheek
the hand is again
familiar & the blood
I spit blossoms:
yet another
painted
carnation.
Hiccups
Practice perfects
next to nothing.
Difficult though
it might be
to swallow
you & I are
sucking the life
out of these horns
we swore
we'd resuscitate.
Hold your breath & listen.
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