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Tuesday, April 24, 2018


How the water swirled and boiled

desire’s grainy repetition in my porcelain cereal bowl bee floats inside horse head floats topside oats glue bone meal cold in morning green even as daffodils grieve Orlando little peanut Evil Princess Cat in her grave my constant ghosts I stand on the deer path wait for comfort bee floats and stares floats and stares floats and stares desire’s grainy repetition

1 comment:

Ms. Moon said...

This one is like floating on the water as small waves lift and then drop the body over and over again.
For me.