Fox Teeth
Our fingernails
are blue from the
cold and you touch
my neck with the
blade of the shovel.
The wet gravel licks
my chest and thighs
and I can't turn
my head far enough
to see the canopy.
You steady your
arms and breathe
and I breathe and
take in this moment
before it is lost
like fox teeth
in the grass.



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