time is hallucinating
in the fever ether
& again
i cosplay a person
boots on / face out
meat tower saying morning
draped in stitched cotton
& zips
~
the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails
~
the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails
in the thick grass & tall stone
& i rest under trees
where the sky cannot see me
&
&
the warplanes
stay away
in my phone
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