Marcos Valle and the Borderline

flashing neon will discolor the red brick across
the avenue, byway of coke sprinkled upon iris

aural parsing becomes the woman. she hears
loudly and quickly these candid candied inflections

a rail of sensitivity misplaced along the columns
of her spine. down to the thicket where she need not ask

only take. and one thing comes off. and two things come--
off putting the musky vapors, excited inkblots. the

counting of each pore will take the concentration of each
splayed limb. a toll of seven copper tongues lolling over skin

(all thousands of miles
above an aching mania, sated)

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