blue wounds live
a tropical growth
denying animals
from speaking
to me
Tag Archives: verse
Transposer
an unstatic lateness
standing in disbelief
observing the way I speak
You become, so distinct
rising a mouth to holy
i am
~
addicted
to the coolness of your throat
~
A probable stroke
A filigree of voices
in a mumble, the finest
its underfoot, hardly faded
embroidering a heart to leathery
Technique
speckled with cranberries at each foot
skirt quite vivid, scholastic prostitute
Theresa
A nun I met in 1982
