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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