elegance, maybe terror, if to feel,
as life was/is eloquent. her nose is her heritage, ours are a whit bigger; our
kids, such make-believe, we’ll never meet again. glints of music, feathered
features, familial pains—a tinge of color, like a Lebanon woman, while rain
causes closure. so daunted, looking at alphabets, trying for a lucky
combination; remote basements, panic/anxiety, changing interior furniture—drinking
with harlequins, eating abashment, or baking, watching yeast, gripping a
friendly palm. if to survive, out early morning, seizing aqua horizon. rebuking
inner rails, raided by insecurities; sparks sprouted shelters—treasures torture
triumphs—at utopic undergrounds, headed under water. a slight consistency,
never off another soul’s pain, sensing how many are exploited. so close to
closed gates, suddenly they opened, I walked in made humbled. much
inconsistency, to locate balance, too much skin bleach; watching flipper,
flagrant promises, so carefree, so collective, most seem agile, alert.
elegance, made perfect, so much a human might give. so angelized. so artistic.
or suffering allergies. supple trees, sweet cherries, casual talk; like a
screenplay, much in consideration, many characters normalized.
