i tear my throat open
as a gazelle is torn
between a lion’s maw,
and recline on my mother’s rocking chair,
at the edge of a Martian crag
and smoke a cigarette,
and watch the smoke
billow out from my throat
like smoke rising out of cracks
on a hot street
from an underground fire
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