Love Cyclops
(for Piero Heliczer)

the vaginas of birds in burnt grass in Milton
Keynes
my feet as they entered the reeds
stone stone
or so I have heard
heaven is a pebble
in the eye signature
eye weeping bird baths
her bobby pins
her bobby
this bear day
there are no bears
it scares me
joints in the grass
sure can
sugarcane
faded blue jeans
on my wilting face
in Patagonia answer me

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