distracted distance. feathers ripped
from our first truthful soil.
in our human sun, we deny the
omniscience of unbalanced eye
glares. feminine power was killed
and the violence
suites me.
because i am the poet
you
tried
to
hush.
invisible lined protection
after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...
