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I woke up to two murky sparrows, brutal at roof’s edge, just like they used to be.

The room: a chair, a cot.

The heat from his anxious tongue leaches itself deep into her eardrum, bleeding her equilibrium. Smoke hangs about the winter season circuit looking for a steady.

Comprised of four by four surfaces, six by six borders, six by six angles, their simple innominate bones scent each for the other. On the moment of impact their confluence evicts a tenement block of gold-footed religious figurines, safety pins, leather postcards, a sweet nausea attendant upon sub-par bourbon, the dirt gut wrenchings of cheap tequila, two ratty envelopes saved for stamps, staples, bats, cold tea, magazine clippings about killer whales and advertisements for toothpaste, after dinner mints, a sucker, pen caps, grocery coupons, a plastic circus elephant, noise makers, photos of childhood summer and parental weddings, straight razors, pamphlets about the lord's blessings, a complete set of flatware, virgins, old water bottles, expired credit cards bundled up with library cards from once habitations now far past, dinner mints again, badges, dog eared business cards of one-time acquaintances, letters from estranged relations, aspirin, children's boxing gloves, cough drops, a fallow yellow field land of pixels, true crime novellas, brooches, bookmarks.

Her fleshy ass smacks the tile, arctic even in the wintry sun, drawn to it with the same force as everything else.

Subsequently, her jaw wrecks. Before he rode off upon the hunched back of dawn’s last smoke, whilst she licked her wounds, he hooked his image with fishing wire to her nipples. In her present musings, the arch of his cheek is a silver half moon glowing below his thin skin.

Locking down her eyes she invokes his facial structure with a carnivore’s bloated memory. Her tongue unlaces syllables such that they reform matter. In a futile gesture of revelatory harmonics - cast out into the night just beyond the window, just before sleep - she prays to his absent bones in words whose form to this day cannot be recorded.