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.
blushing old bride
came for the nearing heights to wait on the toe of our left cornered kiss; remember the suction of our peace? how often does it forget? I a...
