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i. the rain wrapped impatience around your roof, bored through the wood like a thousand million termites (or one you-sized termite, blind, breathless) and seeped from the cold clockwork like battery acid. ii. you lived in a widow's closet - a house swarmed with antiques that collapsed in their own gravity and combusted - and then you lived in widow's charcoal. iii. "galaxies are either lovers or termites," she mused. (earlier, her fingernails bored into my back Hubble's thousand million stars, all drops of acid branding my spine.) "they are drawn to each other for years and in an instant, once together, eat themselves alive.

re-entered: vast tribe of new york village tattooed: now one of them swing arms in rain / umbrellaless swish lines inked on armskin sling swing lines like kung fu windslung wet-shackle feet: newspapers flee storms crawl these horseshoe crabs against the tide clenched hand through rain hair: now dry head slammed door shut / reflect window rain veins decoupled: guitar drifts wide in rift / synth subwoof thump pant cuffs: violent baptism thrown like wet laundry into chair clot of ink in callig pentip pushed: flakes separate / free- fill this paper scab / wound.

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