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… light laptop light graphic light  leaking liquid crystals frosted red-green-blue  chromatics throbbing until I … I masturbate  then pray to God after the shame-hate-spiral comes  like a call I deny I send the voicemail to my chest … to find unmitigated pleasure like when I fly I fear  I will die every time and my therapist tells me to accept  this …

… will bear in the red air. They  don’t. Before the snail dies (and it dies in “One Mississippi”) the peaches liquefy,  the grapes, …                         We paint it  anyway, going slow to compensate for our  ridiculous gloves, stiff necks, the dim …

… a well of fears? No ordinary rule applies because you’ve died already, died and died, as fresh annointings—salt, baptismal rain— become the ritual made new by moving on and moving through. …

… stars, My dear love.” “You and I, my dear love, Shall never die, never die,” “Not again, my dear love. Lie on your back and hark …