"[You are reading this ticket out loud, over and over]" by Simon Perchik
You are reading this ticket out loud, over and over
the way a shovel takes from the ground
what it needs to make room and leaves
— word by word you shape both tracks
as the anvil fresh from the flames that say
this trip was sealed by a mouth
still swallowing the coals one by one
to lift the great sea rising in your throat
as the cry headed for words to find
the missing — you cling to a window
that describes your lips tearing in half
the all clear that knows only to look.
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