she sends a postcard her scrawl
says she thinks I’ll like it the flipside
more writing not a visual not a pond
to slip into to be reflected by instead
a citation of someone else’s speech
not speaking, no, writing about lying
face down in the dirt fallen? slammed?
headlong will? the juddering blow
the smell of dirt leaves animals mold
dry damp sweet sour slimy prickly
five orifices face down in the dirt
penance? parody? prophecy?
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