15.

our red eye twin

15.

 

Our red-eye twin glares above these ley-lines all

these reaching hands all these scapular oaths

we hang around our necks

every commute a form of decay—after

image—cyclops this last moment seen

felt too late her rigging

sings danger you will love.

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