When I named her Skull
I knew she'd mull over the intricacies
Of a name like Skull
Score the porcelain bone
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Wax frame
like a light near flicker refrain
or the cold neath liquoury pains
and an old dog shivers in the rain come down
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Nightly in the collar dream
her button broke
an ill-stitched seam meandering like spokes
the woman wheel one wagon-weaned
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