a solar system without
borders my lovers my noon-
less
sun
close ing cloud hor[rid/izon/rere/mone Y] backwash
smaller tallow
wedged green-black body becoming
Lake
we never talked
swim lessons i tire treading so fast
i don’t float even
when i'm alive
no matter how big these tits get
The Estrogen Papers say Your fat will be redistributed
[s]ample bloodwork
tells me the truth
in advertising:
[ you are wanted!! you are wanted
for what
you grab off the shelf – [a]naphora [b]anal, [c]ant
you are worth
What YOU?! [goods ] -- new line station
[ byes ]
[ byes ]
]
the water sings clacking branches leaves the blood
in
my coffee cup a swallow
Deathslapping my face
eroding my freckles
& their legends of burns
in midsummer now it is
thunderlapping on the
shore
of my waist belly scarred X to double
up X
Y-Death
is wanted
for what good
[?] till the last drop
Death is worth
the last inch of topsoil
handle to fit one finger
lifted apart where heavy
&light separate culled
Into
Night Terrors^TM
where
Death dreams me into being
&
dreams i go
to the grocer
-y
store to buy watermelon
slices which Death dreams
i call triangles and
“almost
too
sweet” i'm sticky from
ear
to ear and rags of hairs
catch on what Death calls “u-
n
cut face grass" just kidding
who
cares the day the Sun!
Death
dreams Death sits at
an
unstable breakfast table
with
coffee from across the
STREEEEEEEEET trying to un
Cover the crossword clue
1.
HELP ME! HELP ME!
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“C:\Users\Mica\Poemwork\Imageboys\Death Crossword.dll”
failed to load.
Make sure the
binary is stored at the specified path or
debug it to check for problems with the binary or
dependent .DLL files.
debug it to check for problems with the binary or
dependent .DLL files.
The specified
module could not be found.]
Death dreams Death has more than two than three than four options
Death throws the pen into a bouquet of blue & white & purple
flowers
picked
from Humboldt Park where Death has me walk not quite
hand-in-hand with
a friend who tells me the Angel of Death visited them
&
their partner & their friend Hunter standing at the foot
of their
beds.
Death wondered where Angel went when Death ends Their
Watch prayerless
all of us ? in the classical &th Baroque senses
Death & i
at
least are romantics Blood Messengers fluid
bound Th Coal Art of mosquitoes
&
viruses guzzle backwash into our DNA strands DO I KISS MY
CHILDREN
WITH THAT MOUTH like an insect that is one of our greatest pollinators
tho Sometimes takes
a lil blood
for their eggs and everyone goes BERSERK
GANGBUSTERS A(W)OL Online Death dreams Death multiplies with
my sperm
&
it is clearly the Trans Messiah says Death's friend since Death
& i are
both
sterile Death scrolls thru thendless Feed never full never empty idle th oughts
&
ends not quite Their suggested Friends &
Followers quoting & quipping
as
when Death looks in the mirror in Their dream & the
mirror wakes up
Death Two-Faces everything bringing all the products to the
fore & putting
Names & Logos outward so the customers have the impression that WE ARE
REPLETE no
wait that's what i do i'm always projecting like the movies on our
first date WE ARE FULL-Y Death's nipples are always on display but
back
Death
dreams me at the grocery store selecting pre-made salsas & dips &
flour
tortillas eating Them from afar
on the bus my tuck
comes, Death dreams,
undone the bulge im
-possible
to fix within
& without alerting the
seated passenger next
to it but i am filling the
correct AMT MACHINE
of space either/orchi[d]-
ectomy u can't have
it
a
lb. of feathers or a lb.
of castor oil lingering in
my
side which is heav-
ier ? ANYWEIGH [us l i c e it] Death dreams
Death sees Dogs necking
Or
Dogs eating each other's necks
Or
Dogs licking their wounds
But Dogs is Death's best friend & Dogs
is coming over for brunch
Dogs is trying to quit adderall
Or
Slow Down
obsolete starlight pulsing
into the bedroom where Death dreams
after the grocery store open the door it creaks it
sticks it bulges with my knee
I ENTER EXEUNT
I ENTER EXEUNT
I ENTEREXEUNT I ENTER EXEUNT I ENTER
EXEUNT.EXE
I ENTER TO THE SOUND
Of Death pulling a blanket over Their lowerhalf
Death dreams “This is how I get murdered
This is it.” Death & i laugh. Death dreams we laugh
mica yarrow yes woods is a maid and copywriter in Chicago. Some of her is available soon or now at BOAAT, Requited, The Wanderer, Juked, Palimpsest, The New Territory, and DIAGRAM.