Bellies of dungeons
Running as shallow as my tears-
She will awaken dreaming of
Another man
Across the train tracks like
A homeless unicorn taken
Shelter in a carport
On the shoulder of a canal:
She will reach out,
One hand filled with laundry,
And feed him melon rind:
And sugar cubes,
While the houses move
In bright circus over
Rebar;
And the winged serpent
Waits in tangled boughs
Of citrus blossom
Over the rabbit coop,
And the chicken coop alike,
Pledging them so many
Silly things-
As down the street some other
Woman’s children are
Kidnapped into another neighborhood.
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