portrait of us as cloud giants

your face is a parking garage & all the rain
that's going to come. what i want is a lover again
& not just a place to bury the helicopter.
lake's worth of water make a veil over 
our faces. my gender walks without me.
i have asked so many times for a leash. 
below, the world counts its fingers. tunnels 
into our necks. my knees become serving dishes.
here come doves. here come hackers & water bears.
i was told once that there is enough to go around
& never once did i believe it. i ask my body
"how much can we cover?" you spit hail at my feet. 

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