Monday, April 18, 2022

Love Letter to a Dead Body by Jake Skeets

Love Letter to a Dead Body

on our backs in burr and sage
                                         bottles jangle us awake
                             cirrhosis moon for eye
fists coughed up
                            we set ourselves on fire
copy our cousins
                             did up in black smoke
                  pillar dark in June
Drunktown rakes up the letters in their names
              lost to bone
                            horses graze where their remains are found
and you kiss me to shut me up
                            my breath bruise dark in the deep
leaves replace themselves with meadowlarks
                                                       cockshut in larkspur
ghosts rattle bottle dark and white eyed
                horses still hungry
                             there in the weeds

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