noir noir

last word
last to the last word

small drowned villages
imagine unburned meadows
 
post-tectonic train schedules

passionfruit cocktails
from benzoin, glycerin, ethanol

you can't stop thinking about the giraffes
their necks undulating like rubber fingers
in that sad island, calauit

ramen still comes in crinkly packets
a yellow square in some of them

little yellow egg raft
inflating in tepid water

are you comforted to think
the chambers of whales' hearts
have not shrank by much




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