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Time Zones

Blueberry tea, a spoon of honey
The yellow lights at 10 pm.
All daylight
now wedged into Celsius territory,
we smoke moon-phase cigars
and spit juice of cricket
song.
How to bear the constant rocking,
frenetic eyelid and
pace of time?
Moon around earth around sun
I am vomiting in bathtubs,
I am spiraling toward entropy,
where photons unthread.
Bedside clock,
the cochlea tang—
I’ll swallow cold copper,
the green digits gone.

The Girls Who Turned Iridescent

Nothing but a Grief