Things I don’t believe in:

A totalitarian state sculpted from butter.

A thin slice of marriage dissolved on my tongue.

The hypothesis that tectonic plates are archangels.

Thistles when they tell a lie.

A family of similes beneath a hedgerow.

That you can grind mercy even finer.

Nothing unless it can be ironed.

The sea floor outside of my amygdala.

Allowing poetry past the mile marker where it happened.

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event horizon
I wake up
praying

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