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I created a god in me because there was nothing to love

I drew him in inflammation, dreaming slow blood through glass, radiation to tissue, first light and a burn to cast features in carbon or shadow. Ejections of matter in transit mass filth or noble vapor caol dus filaments of woolen ash that seethe in evaporating oceans, curdling the air —
the clouds of flour that come of his breath, asbestos: Greek for unquenchable, inextinguishable
— or the pale lead he bleeds into pain as he white-washes the sky, turns it to heat, distilling a moon dust so fine it settles into me and runs as conductive silt in my blood, draws tangles of magnetic fields that mutate and reform in routes naming the wind hurled out in death throes of breath
And it's warm on me — parched:
god of dehydration god of calorie

At the end of the sun
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Pamphlet Stitch Softcover Chapbook
26 pp
5.25" x 8"
2013