In the worlds between our words
Loose the tethers from our monstrous births
From the reeling, slow death
Of poisons sold by grocers
And given away freely
In the mutant woods of love.
Give all my possible futures
To that mythic resistance,
to the abilities of touch
fold these pasts
and burn them
out of time.
Gather bones with me,
Laughing,
While overhead the fire
Does what it promised
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