blue mask grab her face
a small grunt in sleep
mole baby, tuck to my nipple.
seal the steroid air,
tongue of clean oxygen
- a bronchial rape.
' rape me, rape me my friend
rape me, rape me again
am i the only one? '
wake! wake!
she's not breathing cold am
there is is a train tunnel
coming like freight off the moon-
in the desert you hear this
warning all night:
i am the one thing
i am the one thing
i am the one thing
tiny exclamations of surprise
bubble from her heated mouth:
where is the air?
all the midnight trucks pulled over.
the sirens mute, every dog muzzled-
they wait for this child to breathe.
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