COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
black sky basement tapes
like a renegade
with hearts
where her
eyes should be,
beating with blinks,
eyes distressed in open chest.
fists like feathers.
fists like parenthetical lions.
fists like goodbyes.
fists in in-between doors.
fists like etc.
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