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Spaghetti knots

william cody

looking at you and i


speaking in tongues

must i swallow this memory too

the timely teaching of your name

the dripping of that thick life

down your chin

where each slippery morning

there is still rot somewhere

a fresh breaking that can be heard

over the horizon

and the relatable gulp

of that last hoarse calling

to the buffalo weeping with frost at the nose

notice the air becoming flesh

see the breath becoming being


you will later tell me

with a rushed living that everyone

has already missed

you cannot do this anymore


you look away

to where the final buffalo

did too


above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.

it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be you again. get a copy here:

About kacperniburski

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