Freedom In Confine

near sunk the clock
off the wall
who needs to wrestle
digits
to
spare themselves from
calls on safeguard

there’s room to
treat holes with vulnerable
strokes as smoke leaves

that’s when ghosts vanish

spiders
down the drain

in the ear
when we’re asleep
peep-a-boo baby

one day

counting July down
arose watching it crawl

for

sidewalk throat
box lodged
outside the fence
tension built

leverage eats
coat to coat
packages filled
mosquito
rainbows
with forks and knives
cartons of milk

and lies
rise to the magnetic strip

for a knife of sunlight to
spontaneously to ex-communicate

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