such hand-me-downs those plaid pants those
church fitted tops.
to retrospect a little. to tug-a-war with
the lioness. or by chance, he exploited himself.
such middle-hearted creatures such manatee
problems while we carry Jesus—to defend or
to pledge
or to reschedule a promise. but something
probes me such careless meditation
such spacey cries. familiar garments upon
new persons
while casual enough to peak higher. Love
is ingenious or Love is a woman or Love is a professional. by debated famine by
aching reality by liars or nuns or a few priests trying so hard.
it becomes pain, for greater reasons
while its
too close to experience. to die somewhere
while made filthy so indebted to survival. the mind-house those fuchsia rugs or
dice-crème counters.
we know it works we adjust by study as
never permitting too much control.
to keep it clean
or endear a bee-hive while every cut is different from you.
those things in
us. as to see disgusts. where most are vigil upon a phlox: something royal or
something steady where many wish to deflower the deflowered.
tempestuous moods
to know more than enough while flying becomes epistemic.
our first tare our
porcelain distraction while an emotion spawns its portal.
