what can be torn
is torn,
songbirds thrown.
plastered leaves
and grit on windows,
doors.
lawn chairs
floating in the waves,
the hammering
snap of a flag
shredding against
a pole.
chain-sawed
wind-downed trees
dismembered in the park.
cold fingers slither
inside my coat
puckering a nipple,
pry beneath my cap
to freeze an ear
and bite.
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