COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
DECEMBER SUMMER
as the earth is dying,
I question why people
like to sweat.
gimme the cold anyday,
because who likes
to be hot dress?
two cuts on both hands,
from where they sliced
I have no idea.
but I hope I can smash
snow in the wounds
one day soon.
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