Sunday, November 3, 2019

your life of thought lives on the walk

Sophia
our guide
says this tree is dying

I wish I could see
things like that

her nutrition facts

when you asked where sharp words 
lived 

in between my teeth
the backs of my eyes
and my belly button

that girl
unable to answer
the prompt
about what's never existed 

I'm staring at
the parallel veins
of a leaf

a dance studio floor
a woman whose early for class
a tiny pearl looking like salt
on the table

        in security 
they gave your broadside
 it’s own bin

(I wanted to see it like that)

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