we buried them
face down

heads
caved-in

eyes
in their pockets

buckled them
with strands of milkweed

covered them
with bird wings
snatched
when the light
cut through
blood flavored water

i can’t stop asking
why we chew at our hands

feed the gulls our insides

why everything blue
has burnt edges

we buried them
face down

heads
caved-in

eyes
in their pockets

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