in the morning I smothered
her body so the blood
pressure could be taken
stress tremoring
quakes her fading
coat pulsing a shimmer
her fretting there and back
exhalations gone metronomic
the results
oil off asphalt
snow spread runs the soil
I still tell anything left
of her what it means,
I’m running out of notes now
to call her back with
Adam Driver said he’s got a guy
On round rocks dressed by shallow water, a loose tux like a break from an awards show
I asked why, waving at everything in the night
He said his ascendant is conjunct my moon
jupiter on my sun
Made a gesture like being fed up, but from another country
I said – But he should be
He said – I’ve got it
I said – It needs to be
He said – I got it
I said why is this an ocean
Of round rocks and little water
He said the drop off is ahead
And danced like Farmer Hoggett healing the hero
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