word of the day

the word of the day is where we met 
to shed our snake skins. is the secret tongue
of spoons. is a grandmother adjusting antenae.
is where you took me when you didn't remember
i had a body. is the headlight of your face.
is the graveyard on the hill looking out at a smug moon.
is digging for stone with bare hands. is your hand
around my wrist as you say, "we are going."
into the woods where words are nothing but carrion. 
is a place to feed. is a watering wound. is how
we thought we would stay alive. is every door you told me 
was a love poem. is opening my mouth, no sound coming out.

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