Universe in Reverse
August & the uplit queen
palms radiate dark blue
salt crusted hair
you knot into a nest
descendants of diatoms
of Chordata—pentagrams
in our blood
a sunken kingdom
constellation eyes—the star-
fish is living kin
depressions—or are they
impressions in the sand
hollows from when
I lay atop you
the bronze hour loomed
between ape & angel
when you undo
your locks
godheads of smoke un-
furl from your lips
when you lean over the railing
in your thin T-shirt
& little else
all time drops to its knees
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