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I won't say too much

about this poem

as I don't understand it

I am become two cleft lips

swallowing the red dirt

and kissing the flies

they make love to the body

to love the body they make

the lightbulb

broken on the floor

one more time

tries to hold together

its own jagged shards

an itch on the tree

where the snail

slides up

they abandoned the house

leaving only the two palm trees

to watch over it