the scratchy side of stars

the places
we find
detached doll arms
grandpa’s bait box
tales of the other Jesus
the noises we use to fuck strangers


i did not find willows in the sheets

i did not smell cotton in the fountains

i did not see the wild flowers crawl atop the rocks

it felt like home

i was the thing
under things

the tick stuck in sap

the skin
lizards leave


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