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i'm 3-D printing you a language 
with no present tense. tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.
i put on my rain boots & walk out into 
a bowl of orange juice. we used to kiss 
like a knot of snakes. now, 
i go out into a field of salt pillars looking for a life.
when i shaved off my hair, doves poured from my skull. 
i tried to catch them but they left &
carried with them my plates & silverware.
i'm asking god for an afternoon of nothing but syrup.
light coming in your window & you telling me,
"i will love you tomorrow."    

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