hiccup, anomaly
anthemic existence with pretty eyes and 
puckered lips

handfuls of clovers and bloodstained
shards of moon
here is your new(!) home 
get used to the hickory stained walls 
and car alarms in the dark

you never quite settled back into your bones
but this skin suit of yours has been broken in

taste the bullet iron tang complete with 
steely memories 
of old imprints in grass,
on sheets and 
bank statements,
morning patterns that run thick

now’s the day to reverse
badly aging
before the wrinkles set in along with those
sulky tones.
sit tight, buffalo gal, and you’ll find your bold.

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