ligaments snap, pulling shades downlike dusk
over bones like constellations
i can't pronounce
all these tiny galaxies
of hard and soft tissues
eclipsed by blood all black with rage
all these big plans
these hard and soft desires
eclipsed by crunching joints
and clenched teeth
it may send meteors shooting up my limbs
to make impact craters
in my skull and stomach
so that i smoke gently every time i blink
but who else can simply reach down
and touch the night sky
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