miles and flagrant
observations
come
mounted
on incoming
breaths
the night we swam
chlorine
stung our eyes
we trespassed
remember that old house?
remember how the walls came
crumbling down
oh that was a time
oh that was a time
the rain fell like
summers blood
all the miles
those little birds
flew
fucking wild
fire
and power lines
all that
she never
stays
for miles
i wanted was
home
to swim like sharks
in a pool
of summers blood
and she'll take her photographs
spread them like wild fire
you
are restless
you are in my
blood
you are
gone
photos: Cari Ann Wayman
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