turquoise
innocence so holy a picture while requiring a chaperone.
by
high school to need if not you than never a soul.
such
drab home bases while it feels normal in such a way — there are plaintiffs. a
child becomes sternness, such a dear sign, while it belongs to goodness won. a
gargoyle at her door, a melodious voice at her lungs, a father designed to monitor.
(popcorn,
a movie, aside family — stealing glances.)
so
into weaving or crochet at laughs between stitches. by power of naturality. by
seas in our regions. such trees for conversation.
some
wholistic narcotic, an aversion to nicotine, while life speaks to each person
differently. such prolific losing, too cross paths, so distinguished in a raw
situation. so animated to peer into me. such sad bubbly eyes such a distinctive
demeaner — I remember those marks in middle school: so many stars, a moving
machine, as afflicted by allotment.
to
have died somewhat, to have such clinks, as one shackled, cuffed, abandoned to
endurance. I spoke, feeling humbled, while he watched, listening to his calling
— those cold beers those Newport Cigarettes, such homegrown marijuana — such deeper
dying where it doesn’t cease carrying a baby consequential: southern gossip a
violent understanding while most are cleaving to one image — the far into the future,
steady, brilliant and successful portrait — where we run marathons, our spouses
are incredible, our strength is that of wolverines, and our children are
reaching, finding, knocking on doors that open widely!
some
dream come back some superwoman unexplained so settled into a cave.
an
opened padlock looking at predictions so fueled by screams. such a touch in a
mere hug where feelings are left groaning. such reverberation some clear sorrow
such passing vibration.
