to think of everything
Get out of the cold
An old and sleeping thing
Of skin and of bone
Like decking ocean ships
In miracle cloth
We touch the darkened bits
While swatting the moths
Wade into the fur
Tiny bits left of her
Stroking animals cursed
Sleeping plush and coerced
Mine is the fur in your dreams
Yours is the hand on my chin
Mine are the sounds you remember
Mine is the temporary skin
The waiting
You think of everything
Filled up to the bowels
non-human suffering
A pod of absolute gold
When looking over here
With your big empty eyes
I feel the saddened fear
Leaking and terrorized
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