Wisconsin woods
wake me this warm
Arizona morning
long dead now you
can’t make this up
99% of the story
on each three-
petalled bright-
white table-cloth
a wine stain spreads
as it dies
run of blood
from the throat
rush of heat
from the body
as the cut is made
boiling summer
all nerves and
the sticky joy
of evolution.
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