Sharing the same space where
you and your panties once sat
those wind-worn cotton patterns
prints of winter storms
caffeine madness
no god can be endured
endlessly
so we hide from the sun
in the cool shade
our golden bodies skewered
on grandmother's blankets
green grass sacrifice
single trail of shimmying sweat
pacing along her ribs
oh lord we pray
cracks on the concrete
endless barrage of traffic
drivers of the modern maw
celebrating some human need
barking as they pass
temporal in irregular heartbeat
the pulse
of the way things are.
TA
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