Jake Wild Hall

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Bonne Nuit

a heart falls through a heart falls through a heart
our screen time goes up
our step counts
we stand neck-high in sting
watch deer run from our bodies
say the moon is full
the woods loud without reason
it starts to tug to pull    the sky a cloud we find
a speck of silver in
we fill a room with stout    grain    glasses up
someone says a pineapple eats you back
I say to lose weight    sleep in a bag of pineapple
we laugh    I promise you

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JAKE WILD HALL is one half of Bad Betty Press. He is currently working on his first collection.