grasping for hooded space beneath unbone’s charted whorl
Soil in her lid, repeat an crashing to the floor
wounded lips stick
O
windshield caving in
field an helianthus coveting the mountain
through a foreground for
Fall an O
bled palm
swamp, torn, panties called stop bleeding, stopping blood
why you do bleed so much.
You are young, Coriander on her breath, man cousins slept
through the wedding. Whale bone,
wept
1 comment:
raising the bar, are you?
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