I carry no hatbox of agony no sack of straw gone to seed nor seething sea things in deep blue shade. Leave him she said hung up on dial-up stuck fluxed between foreplay & latte. I’m sure it was unexceptional she said again fox sedge fox edged & burdened with truth. I carry no birdcage no bird caged no mind’s-eye of what it’s like to be bone persona pro tempore goddess in a tower locked from the inside in.
September 25th, 2019