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poetry

honeycomb

burned down,
past skin.

through
blood and bone
into the micro,
the infinite,
I found you.

honeycombed
and hollowed out,
at odds
with host,
and making
space
for a growing
emptiness.

a hungry
little
squatter
with out
conscience.

building a
kingdom
with
impunity.

the vastness
of this space
is not
worth exploring.

I want to
make your body
whole again.

ship
shape.

life
proof.

more
than
less.

I glare
at your
close companions.

breath through me
machine says.

eat from tube.

move with chair.

clean with sponge.

laze with t.v.

you, holding hands
with remote.

me, with hands
in pockets.

I will
have a hard
time
befriending them.

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