Swarm boy, sitting on an upturned milk crate
crocodile tears splitting the fruit
he turns in ochre paws.
She folds her bones back onto the velour lawn
creasing her knees, so that she might see
him through the crack
she creates.
Just look at him
loose tobacco flirt
beard bondage against the cut of
a tireless grin.
Tiger nails, he knows it so
trappings of hedonism, used tea leaves
leading night steps home
making a milk coat
for her,
if only she could slip inside.
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