I am not there yet
in the mirror
what you see
has past
like breath displays during
Decembers too close to my collar for nooses
gas up
eye seventy-five has rained for forty-eight
hydroplane to Miami
majestic, triumphant like elephant ears
the wind along my hair like a hydrofoil from Bs. As. to Montevideo
I once thought was a VHS player gargling tape on a Beta constellation
working the glitches out of the solar system
silence as a crowd
will not make
you alone
O emptiness it is you who has plotted
to fill my footprints
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