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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