your elbow out the Chevy window
draws me close to wonder
how grief
alters your wolf’s grin
no one doubts the princess
weeps for the king’s death
(divined by the chorus)
falls for the conquering lord
apples, citrus, grapes, tea
— nitrogen, phosphate, and sugar —
our helix of chemical bonds
chronicles wounds
like the Mahabharata
lyrics and melody
preview the roles we play
shooters and callers
dealers and spenders
every charmed rope
unspooling
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