Juliet Cook & j/j hastain

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WONDERLAND OR WANDERLUST

another broken clasp, hissing
on the upturned coast
I did not mean to come this far
away without
something to warm
my hands

but the warnings, the grasping for
life
jackets, for jacked-off gasping

antibodies hidden in my hip flasks
three is more I
have three hips

swathe swaddle
swooning nevermore
inside this threesome of

nether region, tethered neverlands
tongue tied, speaking through
the eyes

wide
tokens
spying

gasping again
for another
breath of

three
pin pricked lips
ruptured tips

render us as we wrestle
and our viscera
rips

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ACCESS ACHIEVED THEN DENIED

Reconstructed glitter cavern
with explosive devices inside

A cave in a mouth
Unexpected

Some thought they were extinct,
but some new the strange truth –
part of that
trilobite
was going
to come back to life
as a twin

Thinning
ossein to massage

scrim by which to scry
mutant shrapnel made

of diabolical kinship not sure
how we got from making to
razing but somehow we have
wagered our way
into wagging
beneath a cloak
under our conjoined parts

like limbs of old growth trees
how did we get so entangled again?

enshrined axis
until someone gets the ax

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