the tiny flicker
when the sun
ends my dreams
rust spot in the sink
where the water
counted the years
I am
the pauses
between your words
fly tells him
his door
is open
I catch
as many drops
on my tongue
as days
without rain
thundercloud
spits on the desert
and walks away
sparrow
her corner office
has the best view
feet
argue with mind
I walk around them
and keep
going
dumb smile on my face
the best
kind
I can never tell
which truth
is lying to me
afternoon
she wipes the morning
from her eyes
four am
the rain
is all mine
whatever it is
that makes the spider stop
makes me
stop
too
no one in the temple
I have myself
to myself
the way the sky
changes clothes
when I'm not looking
I am not the father
the sun
wanted me to be
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and registration
please