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Sun Kil Moon

            i wish      it would      rain today       everything about this     morning      tastes foul      and antithetical     like licking the lips      of a dead animal      i once loved      like likening an obituary      to a crime scene based      on the skepticism of prisms      i wish i could       wish for something simple      and blithe      tuck the sun under my unnecessary chin      walk a lane  barefoot      ripe with its dirt       and ornery nettles      instead it’s a Sun Kil Moon repeat       plucking smoky strings from the sky      while      i      massage my blurred existence      have i told you      or did you already know      you are my handstitched sun      this cactus is starting to swell      and bleed      i wish it was then      again      gentle star shine      pooling in both eyes      reachable     like the last      lithe tongue      at the end of the ocean      i wish      i wish      you were      wishing      for something     too