Human Stuff
My people are so beautiful.
I think I get this human thing.
Their voices sluice my ears, my skin has a cream layer right on top.
Melted warm sun to touch me directly would surely sprain.
I squeeze it real.
Hands slender and fat spread me over these warm moments.
These things are to remember:
The dance for moonrise,
the rain under the elephant’s ass,
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