the turn.
juniper trees, blue
on his fingerprints.
the weaker of the sexes.
baking bread in a solar-wind
tunnel. as legless as red
berry mucilage.
breeding breath.
his hat wasn’t on straight
neither were his teeth. ears
only a mother
could love.
facing it.
solaris.
1 comment:
Severin,
Haha! Thanks for the words of encouragement. I'll give it some thought. :-)
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