exclusions: second street

separation
travels

between the palm trees

between the palms of my hands

as cool as a breeze
ought
to be

as
a grave diary
inked by alternative
variable

of moon skin
in permanence

dreams of lesions

defensive wounds

severed tendons
scrap yard emotions

school yard memories

visible phalanges

the shallow moon
rippling in the water
below the bridge that i am on

my hands in blue tinge

and my hands...

they'll drop everything
that i hold dear