i know which stripes are yours.
the ones with the two toned twist
summer is the dust devil below the plateau
and an oryx in the distance. the dirt road
as straight as my mind is roped.
i do not want to look at you, is what i think in the dark.
do not turn the light on, i might kill you with these irises,
so sharp and blunt, so like me.
our forms fit.
me twisting every inch which way on the road of truth,
you, walking on water above it. but ever there,
the narrow of it, the grit on my tongue. our steps
sound way above the moon.
we tread through galaxies and we hurt the world.
we screw with love.
we cannot be.
we'd scorch the earth. god would hide.
my sunshine clutches feel happy with the holding
of you when you leave that coffin you need (so) i grab you tightly
in my heart in the twilight two tone zone
the quagga, considered since 1984 to be a subspecies of plains zebra based on genetic evidence, has been extinct since the 19th century, when the last one died at the amsterdam zoo in 1883.
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