he is a victim
of the hungry mountains.
prayers, punctured by pines
fall back to sender.
smoke stopped in a bottle.
a howling stomach
moans–
take communion
misses donner, come closer
i'd like to warm your hands.
your hands, misses donner
your hands
a pair of sleeping pigeons
crushed by clenched teeth
swallowing fingernails and feathers
savage hands, beat the earth
more steadily than heart.
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