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Charlene Dream


Everyone is the weather of our home star

Enclose the future in your liver

With the audacity of a jewel trap

The future where there’s nothing left

       Charlene

your hair was

a tall girl, big girl    blonde as cigarette smoke

You had a boat by the river, New York, little boat tied to the banks

a wooden ship of luxury because freedom

is     You could float away, come home

                            float away, come

                                                                    home

without the weight of your own actions

ripping the organs out of your body

Charlene

the body holds the vowels like a baby arming the “O”

sideways U the future shape of the liver

blue U liver

why U

Charlene

Kidney’s emerald

Light blue Charlene

Eat your bowl of money