blood spread on your face
to the beat
it’s cool
lions tear it apart
wind blows through the night
in the big seven wonder
identical knife point
“fuck this!”
ha
I know
kiss
487
Stars bleat the light shoals
on a secondary attempt to heel
and stave off the fatuous aspects
7 witless bank robbers find a sun
At the bottom of a ravine goat stomachs torn open
gate changed migration routes
when the light changes at sundown on the pond
goodbye
siren
calls break pale black
liable to say it all night
Arda Collins is the author of It Is Daylight, awarded the Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize. She currently teaches at NYU.
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