february is still hanging on in patches, congregating about the vedauwoo rocks. i've been plucking roots that knife out of my feet toward this high plain rust, this dry mouth rot. and my cricket keeps yawning in my vapid brain, i guess i am as sick as i have ever been. because i'm just as scared of a naked plain as i am of a sturdy towering fence. the creature in me, it writhes under your cloying hands, citing the sweet nausea of loneliness. i made a habit of smiling and dodging your love, but i thought that by now i'd have learned to be a better man. because i swear i used to have a reason. but maybe it was just the crest of a jejune song. and this attrition is covered in the crevices that brand my stubborn wind-burned palms. i love you but i think i need a little time to let these congealing energies i've housed unwind. what heart can you see in this mess of skin and uncertainty? and could you show it to me?
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