Garrote It To Penance 



you leave the miniature heart
in my medicine cabinet
a landscape of landfills
the horizon on fire
my husk frozen to the driveway
our shortwave electrocution  
mauling from satellite distance
you reach out with approximate arms
I regenerate inhomogeneous
waiting for a movie
without a beginning
leaving a slurred amber alert 
on your voicemail
reverse easy-bake corrosion
open sewage veins gushing
in tear gas parlor 
clamping each other’s arteries
dissipating
serene censorship
credits to the funeral
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