I'm watching from the train station
agape at metal jaws
the way they mimic Jurassic
ancestors digging in the rubble.
Love has me land
locked in a pile
of my monstrous undoing
the sound of unmaking
fingernails down
a chalkboard
history becomes those machines
those monsters
all they do is lacerate.
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