Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Maybe spirits bleed into each other;
yours, crimson. mine: a pale gold.
Deforesting olive hearts.
Natural colorations
shimmering onto our fingertips.
Late September manifests itself
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A heart, a fortress, an overbite.
Sitting with your father and still feeling nauseous.
Was a
dream
a
dream;
a dream.