elizabeth barbato





if you would only cut your fingernails more often

if you only knew milk-soaked bread takes out a splinter

when you swam the coral stopped growing

while you walked the stars hitched vibrato

when I look at my teeth in the side of a knife

when you look at my teeth, your shadow

if this were a piano not a dashboard

if we were not twins, just lungs

claw dark red, thumbsucker

pearl my eyes, false father

when I said there’s the bathtub

I meant take the next left














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