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first an itch and i must wait
the heat is too heavy to wait
it crushes eggs in the mulch,
half-grown bird bodies flowing out

next a shoelace snake
my gaze sliding and wet with humidity
/humility
running past; press it off
discs of his nipples oscillating evenly

third a look of disdain
acquired
opening the door--
instead turns the lock upside-down
face explodes with fluid
dying to escape

we are the white-hot sphere.