[39] Dodging the wheels of a truck, DS Maolalai

your arm,
thick as a birdbone
or thin as fins
twitching on a landed
fish. eyes
hard yellow
like seagull eyes,
cold
as broken glass
pieces, searching
and prey-crazy.

the world
a rolling film
flipped forward.
running like a rabbit
and spoiled with cigarette ends.

we will hold ourselves close
in the coldness of night
eat steak
drink red wine.

bridges spun
like black spiderwebs
catching the sky
in their tangles.

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