
This Papier-mâché
The wicker hands
that led me here.
The cold relief of
something queer.
We’re big and we’re
feist and we whelped
through the ice
that was made to
make us stronger.
Apply the paint:
loose greens and
violent reds.
Then hang it up
over our beds.
It’s an animal
we praise and love,
stuck vast; lean;
grinning hard
from above.
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