brace
raze
no
stars
in
this
swollen
sky
but
the
ones
we
paint
with
the
oils
our
bodies
made
one
load
-bearing
wall
pressed
against
another
i
can
feel
your
heart
through
the
back
of
your
head
now
read
mine
on
the
belt
of
venus
220127
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from