Fire empties unto a pulp
Of neutrons, the honky-tonk
Blasts chicken wire, a cord
Of wood disappears into the folds
Of a ruined hand, essentially
What happens doesn’t
Stutter before the mathematics
Of denouement, pineapple
Juice complicated by a suspension
Of ginger and somewhere
An ex-girlfriend rinses soap
From her knees
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