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split from the cliff
mudslide /canyonslide
entwined
lovers and clay arms
all night
every night
tumbling
calling oh
right there

then a body
being found on the beach
useless and muttering
with a chalkline silhouette

I’m skittering on a dime
so prone to scattering but you’re
not here and
the tower keeps getting near
but not here

she’s slanting and honey
between her cheeks
well where’s the bee
he didn’t see one beside me