Jared Stanley
On the Property

Rotten leather
        & bear head fear.

Crippled to the lips
by summer runoff,
 screams,
     the river dervish
          of bodies,

the possible tick
          ringed by red,

we walk the mold
    planks to worry
        the age of
a new word

Boriolo

        hung from the
                 fascia.

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