dear you,
I dreamgazed the thought
of you off my skin
we sloped laugh-slap
back
slept toward around us
became made of eachother
You, feeding me sounds and pictures
I, stirring cookie batter toward your mouth
we grew hair and fought death
and broke the city
open with our wheels
look. here's love building clouds to reach your face
look. here's our mouths taffy-fastened
look. here's an anchor splash of sheets
it's what people who read newspaper
read about in newspapers
it's what people who read the internet
read about in the wind
it's what someone like me who doesn't know what to do with himself
reads in your hair while you sleep
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