Decree
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I have words for

myself holding hush


having wanted how bold

bare violence hatches


in shared tongue sporing

your labia in eddies say


baby held a word

for you: tumescent


that's want of a mouth

of wood wine offered mealy


and frothing dresses the fear to return

took some six months of shaking


your name stuck in my purse

ensnared had you heard word


to say no, you would never,

how hard on the victim hard


people to please have you known that no

word hurls meaning into bedrooms like fucking


and unfurling atoms how little

ash is left on August days


glassy like the sun spins

axes on convection


how easy to shake

like lesioned fruit


we had to make

a bad decision


impermissible

that we agreed


water gives

want to heat


I have no

words

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