1.
Say the hummingbird's a home wrecker
Spider-cropped or furious
How else to account for
The missing orbs
The white fields of porches
Heather filling the salvage yard
2.
My landlord is dying
The man in love with the idea
Of being loved
Is building an igloo
Sewing morning glory into the seams
Such timing!
3.
The City of God segues into
The half life of urban decay
100,000 years out from the homeland
We're still dreaming
Of a mother tongue or a passport
Something personal
To lush against our skin
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