in his skull

 

IN HIS SKULL

 

His skull has no birth certificate,

only webs and traps aplenty

to let maimed thoughts go postal,

turn a paler shade of white.

 

COVID  loves this space of dead letters

and gifts that have naught to do

with love that has nothing to do with it.

His skull is an immaculate womb  of insane salvation.

 

August 17, 2020

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