my lungs of eucalypt, my lungs have taken in

wincing like iron
as the earth deploys birds as
it wheels they vanish

Point to the part
that says "x," on the breastbone or hip
Point to the open

the standing invitation with legs
maimed and sap
laid on wounds, or make

pronounce a farewell
say I am too reckless to keep

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Endgame. Written, in part, to explore the kind of violence that seems to be wrought out of intimacy.