Vermiculite ashtray,
A date with his ashtray shards, no mulch
His twin brother
Clingier than my lover back home
Underneath that grow light,
Still sticking to me even once I leave his sister behind,
The only of his siblings that pull him away
From his million lovers.
He did afford me one child
Which not all of his hoes can say;
One unscathed seashell Sally never found.
I hope the seedlings in their Tennessee cribs,
Children of vermiculite's son,
Don't feel offended
I only wanted to touch someone I had yet to feel
Never again, though he visits under my nailbeds
While you sleep outside.
YOU ARE READING
what Beth told me ~ a collection
Poetrya collection of delicate poetry all concieved on the golden shoreline of bethany beach, delaware over the summer of 2022. though slightly nonsensical, I hope you can retrieve something from the waters like I did. sincerely, lemyn victoria
