FRAGMENTER

then all the thoughts I’d dropped

in the too hard basket

 

opened before me like

the eyes of the cat I drowned in the river

 

along with her kittens their ballet

in the cage they were trapped in

 

animated my torch light

like neon in Vegas

 

so I called it startup cantata

or the sucklings denied

 

(coins buried in jars

pay for their own funeral)

 

that sad plover cry at 2am

outbids a bronzewing for moonlight

 

their songs in the wind

wait like wet paint to unfurl

 

don’t stare up at them rudely

just blink and receive

 

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