the prairie is a generous runway she stays above
the last emptied spaces of this dance
of this is nature forever
her thoughts stay above as
the clouds brush the bank
colorless as it seems she was born
with the highway cutting in half the neighborhood
in half the walk
she’d never know
her thoughts, half formed in that gym
what she would worry about
if she could see
the heat coming off the accessible bliss
2. he held the gun stupidly
towards her blue hair
her blue hair and
tulsa talks too much
like a voice under the pavement where I walk
for nature
in stella and umbro to QT
life's first ideas in fresh cursive
mom's little flowers on the envelopes in the back of the pew while
dad sat for his sermon in fractured foot
3. the simpler names hiding
in a winter, colorless
shining exactly
on the hatchet she found in her car
a bloodied napkin
the above stay thoughts forever
her nature is this dance
the blue is her shit
what I would want to worry
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