Rest my head on the memory of your lap during the week of your absence – appetites and logics enter, mingle. Only when willed. Hard, candy-like shell crystallizes a dome over slow anguish intestinal compost. Hours tempered in rainbow then drip thin and expose tire-skidded streaks of gravel. Skin and sinew tear off, hunter knife scraping edgewise flattens evening. Bleached cranium drops into cotton folds.
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Amarillo Bay 