sometimes nothing is a pretty cool hand
but
il take
sacred accidents anytime.
they don’t make anything less
itself;
make it more.

shattered limbs dance in wobbly time, across the back of an ambulance nite.
the east wind like curved air
swings
through remote control
pulsed by
giddy tension in the song—

let a piece of yourself die in there darlin’
best thing that will ever happen
to
ya.

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