Tuesday, May 28, 2019

The prism hung window chokes rainbows
and flays unicorn flesh
expressions slide off a long plastic sword
and deposit opposites

jagged chairs blossoming with fingers
the crux of withered rope

ledges raked for sandwich bags
and fingerprints on paper
pine ridge eyeglass to blinking saddle
branches with stitched on chairs
wagging sticks of light.

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