God Folds Up
— Paige Lewis
an ocean and places it neatly on His tongue it opens first like an accordion then bursts back into its old ocean self X and I scramble onto our boat made of plywood and milk jugs
floating and hungry and pillow-less we become severe to one another X speaks in capital letters I protect my jawbone with a second jawbone look I tell him we will get back to sod whether by waltz or by wreck and he believes me and it’s true because he believes me it’s simple the rug pulled out from under us was clean shameless blue
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