Offering

slowly tonight I'm losing my mind


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Left of heaven she slept with unclean spirits.
One can lift a shell and hear her laughter,
Or see her dance in the highway’s heat mirage.
We leave for her a water bowl and smokes.
The crescent moon has a rotting tooth
And has trouble chewing her night-food.
Spiders assemble little sticky bridges.
Candles become black puddles on the desk.
The noose dreams of snagging a sleepwalker.
The teeth of machines glistening with rust.
My friend seeks the silver bones of angels
In the forest. History taught him to get lost.
The stars squint hard and turn our stomachs
Dawn hails with butts entwined with red hair,
The bowl contains a fortune cookie.
We break it. One word in blood. More!