HOLES

This neck and skull
bent inextricably together
and lurching forward,
a primrose calyx,
damaged ensemble,
Swiss-cheesed by the will
of her hailstones.

Her dagger verbiage,
herding together
a precipitation wolf-pack
holepunching steel and sepals,
indiscriminately,
at timely beating
scheduled for about one o’clock.

You feel that headache?
You have been clocked by a thunderstorm,
a force of nature.
heed her sentence structure;
it will leave behind a total
unindemnifiable act of god.

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