Emojis live in my dead mother’s knee...

Sean J Mahoney

Damn you, I say damn you

From the wither...your withering aspens...

Within a mountain cold stream
You quake, you writhe, you write
On water passing; 12 lakes of time

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Splish

Yet I could not tell if it was her finger
Trailing over my arm, then crossing
Back path; an omen. A whisper of sleep
Body rests, the head tells those stories

Demon slayer’s dance. That ribcage worn
As a kilt, the skintight rhythm of water
Your pulse and breathe, those feeders

On the dark see howI-we-they-this busker

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Splish

Irony of digital veins, of scalpels resting
While vessels squirm for release through
Open skin. Get it off me, get out, rinse

Evidence

Tell them the water...cold like yesterday
Tell them today here with quiet, disfigured,

Maimed mother agonize over price gouging

Vulgarity...splish...

Reticulated river, veins, patterns of pattern
And absolute insanity damn you, I damn you

From the withering aspens splish splish

Seep puddles of rich red, warm, bright

Tender, tender is the night

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I see you...