--Andrew Hemmert
Like a dollar I am depreciating all the time.
Like a lighthouse throwing the net of my pretend moon
on the predator shoreline. Like an invasive boar
I have been known to root and roll in rain and dirt and roam.
Like the earth sometimes in love with turning away from all light
though never really leaving. Like a beach I have wanted
to spend years softening though not always wanting the footprints
which to ghost crabs are craters. Like a paleontologist
resisting always the impulse to ransack my skeletons
for drumsticks, though here is the gong, here is the timpani
like a bird bath full of absinthe before me. So so long
oblivion with your small dreams of silence. I am going
to the bank of myself with my pockets hanging out
like two ruined countries, like two broken and gorgeous wings.
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