Steve Iglesias

i

my breathgathering
septembers
       *
a black arm
into the whisperedges










ii

earshadows
on bruised
almondwalkways

we siphon off
our scabbed-
cornea










iii

nunblood
pierces
borrowed breath

you swallow
their crumpled
names










iv

                                                                                          with autumnricochet

coffeecups                                                            

                                             our voicestone

quilt                                                                       










v

desertparticles           eke
through floorboards


as masterbated-
tongues
soak
the motherpulse










vi

from the
seamless-
earthnipple

our fallow-
hands
harvest
their eyeremnants










vii

heaps
of woundcicles
birthmark
sistertwigs

you and I comb
septemberleaves






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