Let's call this city a "HE"
and this HE holds a trident to my throat
(but it's quite invisible. So, I seem
to be chin-high.)
and I came from a "SHE"
and this SHE really just pushed down on my shoulders
I would mostly knock back at those hands
-- to be wound so taut.
Here I am twinkly: there I was eating pie.
And everywhere made me wonder what would marry me
not sure if I prefer the cold glow or a subtle pull of the hearts.
Those quickenings whisper, "go to where the people say to their mothers:
this girl, if you ever met her, would show you that she had more love in her
than even labrador puppies."
A mixture of darks & lights in a cold wash cycle. True stories and true stories posing as fiction. Hope they don't bleed together and then shrink.
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