tailored speech, manicured auras,
prolific creation. desert pedicures, fiddling with integers, gripping heat in
palms, sipping cactus sentiments. many sandcastles, I can’t remember potty-training,
I do remember ministry.
the healing voice, ministers—a flame
of fire, many citadels inside.
Maybelline eyes, neuronic draperies,
congested insides; like penguins, or colorful parakeets, while parachuting into
insistence.
I’m so sorry, to emphasize
intestines so much, like inner anything, but I’ve found nothing more solid.
We utter, Love, residing in our
ministry, aware of the infirmities: inner deposits, echoing futures, the tale
told so wildly.
heartbeats, random insecurities, inveterate
faiths: exalted and exiled, flailed minds and several doubts, musing anarchy.
scar-zones, vulnerable creatures, resilience
pitted in mutiny.
the fretted fruit, mind surfing,
flirtation is out of habits.
I never wanted what came to me. I never
asked for infatuation. I ignored her so much, it crept into a platypus.
unredeemable souls, redeemable
qualities, so much to our quantifications.
the kitchen was a county trip, renewed
sentiments, jousting with hierarchies—granny was beautiful.
like St. Paul, an uneasiness, a
chameleonlike nature, becoming so much of the other people—how to relocate
self.?
reading epistles, dating danger, no
closure in her eyes.
