interviewed for classification. it was
decided. this one is inner regions. by age or dirge such edifice in
displeasure.
I watched a miracle. I saw her past.
I became its shadow. I threaded whispers, subdued ghosts, or became leniency
for a petal.
mathematical coordination. ebony
blight. ivory mimicry.
I need more to say simply those wars
we wreak; by anxiety so deep to clutch intestines so sped into delirium. by tug
of an ant where it becomes a lion as an elephant might roar. but outstanding
lovemaking or ancient characteristics by some aesthetic genius. soft avocado by
rich onion, plus, a tomato. our social guacamole our souls unthreatened so sure
into some essential need.
it meant so much. or so much has
been lost. where it isn’t all-consuming. to encompass a garden to plant a tree
to watch thirty-five years of its growth. or as life to grow in pangs to etch
survival with one there like interiority. I haven’t said much, upon a petal,
where everything relied on one belief.
by paradise such a person while it
depends on brain activity. to reward for gentility to crave aggression so
morose otherwise. seashores are whining seahorses are groaning such par
excellence. a mask so public a touch too intimate or a mistake so sacred. inner
jambs inner doorknobs or silver skies.
I have an issue. I wonder if we all
do. where first glance is beauty—but interaction disenchants its initial thought.
many catbirds. many reasons. while it isn’t always interpretation. as
perception is paramount or analyses are a notebook. so much a kitten in an
ocelot’s world, or better, those fierce canine bifocals.
