the drool of rabies

dog eared books

have a bite

bigger than their

bark

if you give them

your voice

your teeth

your tongue

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if you were

to annotate this

you’d find that

i included you

in the whole

when there wasn’t

when and where

you find me here

consuming sky and

sitting in

freeze-dried stalagmites

of concrete that stab

the clouds and the

animals that they

become only to bleed

with snow that can

congeal into a man

and a poem

that is a man

and you that

is a poem

bleeding and reading

for words and the life

they hold and held