Dustin Hellberg


          
                 









  
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denial and light
a holding pattern’s lisp
lodestar cobalt leaf

now insert the delicate
the grass and orange peel
patois of bloom

or a phantom pain which
proved this was all enough
the appetite or thing

the transaction lit from within
the skewer the vertigo the evenings
until the fallout east of body





As my friend (botany student, Congan refugee) just this morning clapped my back as we stood on the sidewalk outside the bakery after our shift, and he pointed to the sparrows pecking their solitary breakfast out of someone’s vomit from last night, Doo-stahn, regardez ce-la, as in, Blood of my blood, my friend, this place is enough, however much blears in the slant and flight of the reasons and the cold light and the rain to come.

















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