Christine Kanownik

Eat Steeple

For five minutes
I am agaves
Garbage disposals. Enough
Dead hair to make a mural or
To milk the medicine from
Your spilt flag.

I empty my pockets
And with my keys I
Find your breath
Greening the water.

There is nothing to Be Captivated By

And finding that they were not able to go very long without blinking

  They set off-

Accepting the natural need for moisture
Choosing not to belittle biological instincts,
Regardless of how foolish.

They draw themselves because they don't know who else to draw.

Do not look at them;
They are not lovely.

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