chemical fortune teller

I am boneless
a widows arm
a fault for falling.

Uncovered a medic’s daughter
centered in the quarry
coughed up salt on her palm
to take the future from her lips.

Hitch the volt onto the stitch
anchor the fold, sway the head
close this fraying rocket ship.

The sky has long been singing
to compass through the wind
riddle’s song upon the seas
let disappearing begin.



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