are fingerprints
that sink their teeth in
beautiful constellations on my cranium
letters like ingredients cells
run across pages
of visceral landscapes
fireworks that puncture stars
exploding horizons
among other things
splintered pianos’ ivory teeth
starlings falling dead from the sky
tiny clockwork spokes that breathe
poisonous flower
petals wink
sending sparks
that electrocute
like batteries that
shock the tongue
the taste of static
the hum of memory
the synaptic sizzle
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