skirt

outstretched arms, quasi-organic, a horticultural benefaction

rains have been heavy, veins have swollen, a pulse and a velvet head

~

the tempest contains me; breath beaten out; visions scramble inward

fissures in the irises, blisters on the tongue

~

transient translator, subsist and imbibe,

there is no weight,

you have no weight

 

 

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