your voice looks into me
with three dark eyes.
one of them is glass
and I can’t tell which.
this lion I know opened his
glittering mouth and asked me
to place my head inside. his spit
soaked my hair and I was not afraid.
I split from that morning
I woke up in your bed naked.
a streak of light brighter than
red cherries in a white cup.
I heard that the angels are jealous.
joy is to you what heartache is to me.
have you confused my relics
with someone who doesn’t know
the weight of these bones?
the holes full of stars in my teeth?
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