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I Saw My Life Go By in the Coyote’s Jaws
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I Saw My Life Go By in the Coyote’s Jaws She must have dug it up after burying it where the cherubim wash up, the heteronymic jellyfish, the parts I lived & the parts I didn’t when I ran in & out to check the thermostat & make sure I had my glove. No one knows where the silver thread begins just that it snaps. Coyote’s trotting along the known’s outer edge at her mythic occupation of liminal animation, moment of absolute certainty overwhelmed by eternity. Between queen. Dream disjointer. Furry Dionysus who you never know which way he/she will go, everyone perfectly okay with the vintage then boom your head’s knocked off, jade monkey crushed, moon fallen in a mess of kite string. I thought I was hiding inside a rock but it was just another raindrop. The idea that the universe begins when everything flies apart, the idea a friend will come through a tube of light to guide you when you die: 77 the coyote trots through the long sighing grass, a thousand phone calls unanswered in the night condensed in her eye, her smile a coup d’état. My life in her jaws is blue. 78 ...