le sacre


gym boat slipping under
your bed shirt
running over
a magnet
wake me.

sky ship floating up to mars,
we pause and laugh at
and his candy ganymede.
we’re reality,
never stole,
never lie, always gravity, grey


gray seal,
reminding we’re
only dogs who swim and die.

black pillow
over my breath…
will i see you? when
he carries me
to that fifth  sun?


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