...............a flipping car,body
tossing in this accidental sleep
t(his) memorized drive this darkly dream
just once
a cowlick and a boy
the smell of sap
and a trampoline
and he came in for lunch
the ceiling fan was there
like the writhing church kyrie
like the ambulating hawk
like the goodbye right hand
and its
erasing
.....blurred circles of memory
the car's hubcap seems
backwards moving
like coughing
like guilt
like pistons
of a iron lung or...distant friendship
far groping sound
the-xylophone-of-humidity
trouble in thick
trauma
echoes between god's
scaring
the injured
mountain
a sheet a body in bruises and glass on the road
..........................................ejected from the car.
..........................................splayed out across the sheets.
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