for a letter or a stain of some kind 

and my red hair 

of course for you 

just to pray to myself

speak me another language and say your name is new

make

myself food 

hold myself, mary 

like the street said

in white teeth and lord

i will go again 

between the white flowers and church signs

 light eyes broken fingers and slided nose

i will find my way home

and eat myself gone  honey

its promised me; the love like growing boys 

of course 

i was writing you into smoke

and  conversation 

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