a bleeding heart is an open one
don't lean on the bark
of these words
and wait for the sap to drip out
"there are many kinds of open"
---
sometimes we absorb all the dings and stings we cannot stop
that we forget all the wings and zings we can start.
---
a yesterday ghost body raps on today's door:
trespasser fiend
no who-body gave you
entry permission
viewing admission
to vomit judgments
on my flower welcome mat
purchased yesterday.
leave your loathing
and no-good nothing
residue and charcoal breath
to smoke and mirror
somebody else
---
i was born
encouraged to believe like
a human is to breathe.
(one in and one out at a time,
on an infinite and unknown repeat)
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