her crane legs
constructing the city
with a meaning
that wades through the water
of air
heavy with tears
that have since evaporated
into the summer
shaved on her skin
where she sees me
shakes
and turns to the sun setting
into hesitant horizon
*
a good poem
contains all of it
for the poetry
of all of it
is contained in good
*
me killing me
is playing it safe
from finding out
that in i is a want
to not die
with i
and my safety
*
never lose
the fight
against never
*
be mad
not made
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