she reminds me
i was birthed estranged
and hides letters
that would best explain
why i do not breathe
love’s name
without shame.
rhyme
i’m
one frothy
flippopotamus
rooting in
self-soothing slop,
basking in
back bacon sizzling,
snorting bubbles
hiss and
pop.
a tired punch through
frozen glass
to evade the
clasp of
time,
deep cleansing cuts
on hands,
in gushing life from
busted dam.
point not as
i fail,
no such beast treks
these woods
since autumn laid
its smell,
hear not as
i tell
like i’ve never
lived the
tale,
trapper without
map
back to safety net’s
missing mesh,
beast now roams
off grid,
unplug to watch
eyes dim
like stars
through drowsy slits.
ash breath slips though
stained glass
teeth,
i watch it rise
just beyond reach
and dare not speak
just to be
heard
while i’ve no use for
sounds like
words.
do eyes parade
by you?
exposed
in shy costume,
making vintage
new.
broken pencil-
charcoal smudge,
loose leaf torn up-
worn off grudge.
was it weak to
not feel it
fully?
backing away
slowly..
have we known the
tragic tone
of whispers like melted
magic
on the lips of
the angelic,
freed from panic-
clear child
mind
no storm cloud to
fade behind.
lust veiled in blue,
bride for the
night,
it’s looking late
upon my
face-
promises stained.
seal eyes two
lips
leave their
streak
‘cross roadmap
cheeks,
on dotted lines
arrive in
time
i litter space with
restless
speak,
are
we fine?
hands in the garden 
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