somehow there's no movement
by Ian Ernzer
onomatopoeia bullet with bite marks
arching darts at the center part
our children can't grow up
again I grab the darts and throw
wood with rotating wheels
silent shouts internal fields
a plane might crash cars might fly
fall of the night come winter it dies
rotation of muscle offset in the chest
thrush birds sing on a concrete ledge
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