confusion was by David McLean

confusion was emotion, mostly, never sex
which i found entirely straightforward
bruises & memory.

the brutality of memory is transparency
a laughing fish. ghosts
& the hopeless.

in the broken room we wear skull
& love. like Trakl’s old priest
walks the village square,

the children are an abomination.
there is so little shame in us,
everything we touch

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