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Stage Coaches, Hands No Longer - How It Is How I Am Otherly Conformed

...because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? - Pablo Nerud

You ask out of the blue: How are you?

(You want to test the waters first)

My answer: I thirst


Going into the wild west, I am


I am stage coaches

Hands no longer in my lap or yours

In a country of glow worms there are
no retreats only circles of wagons overturned

petticoats surrendered

ubiquitous white moon of buffalo skulls

curved horns

a spider web dew-dropped
between parted lips where
an arrow always misses/
rots the over-spun plot
thin thin
with only
you the
main


Me?

How now I am all scalp
and lips savaged free
untethered from the noun
the verb of thee

Who's driving the coach the dust will never reveal

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