a place where I had no hips, only
two twigs fused together with glue.
gutters rushing crimson. eyelet
underwound, scrimmed twine
where there was a spool. Winter.
the blind that is not unseeing, not
....
held wool. no hands. only glasses
littered with snow. Two twigs
tied in a bow, around which
there is a blue
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is this real?
1 comment:
yay! i like this one
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