Opaline Sky

Everywhere splatters of preening self,

orange and yellow,

covered in gorgeous tears.

Paste my back together.

Donate your time.

Donate my spine.

I play with Saturday night sound.

I can’t bite my nails.

They are embedded somewhere else.

In my peccancy,

I frequently forget

the great video camera in the opaline sky.

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