Corey Hovanec
	toro no. 2 you came home with salt every day in long december and wouldn't navigate you criticized my claws while your own were drawn for cutting in your own words as a process you drew light from outside even as you swore at my darkness god you are a bull always this past will lie past even now gone in the eyes, both blue i saw you the human whom i'd never seen in you narrow pangs flow and leave in these done days of our bloom you should have spared us both your flight and faced the fear you left me alone to bear return to the room 60 dollars and pet names on paper how beat even as i dare myself these words to direct them where she said you made me a monster but if you tally every page we both seem so jagged rough edges here are of the whole wade out into the dream now plugged every inch of our water a flood i know it easier to favor the dam but the still water level never the plan you held the fever by a string and i came soaked and crawling your velocity is exacting i only asked little favors and on the cusp you obliged if i'm the phoenix don't pat yourself on the back every word here an elegy for the vision that faded long before its fashion for the respiration of the duty that you demanded then damned as easy as menstruation came you marked one chivalrous and denied anothers depth you laid down as mine what you had counted as ours bye to the bull for now no toro on my tongue what once was won now the air only scatters against your run although the end was folly played unright i'll see you soon in a different light cry long for cass they said and i believe you're hewn with hope the distance that forced me out of sleep your shadows are not tatters i could ever keep i have moments you see where the mantra is upwards

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