harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
i am pill box enchanted over a soap-sud mouth petal-fine granted in the grey gold lamplight which was a drizzle-dampened songbird as i wandered anywhere but home.
had i looked over my bare shoulder into the bay from far away in the world "i am torn" say as milk teeth were on the corner of a tangerine dream pill enchanted as one blue eyelid was a little music box soapy shoulder blade a knowing hand in my braid still.
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