Elk
you cover me in your song
crossing the street at night
your restlessness makes my dog
howl….
Elk
maybe it’s longing
and maybe i have it too
speechless, subversive without punctuation
i cry marble columns
that no longer support
anything
Elk
if i could smell what you smell
be led by scent
down capricious highways
intrepid
forlorn
ALIVE
Elk
i would not sell my soul for
money
but hooves and antlers
let’s talk
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