I wounded all my alibis

before fully forming

now the theory is dizzy

crash point of fever

shine where the clovers are smitten

gathering red leaves

for spells of caution

You told me every story

takes on a life of its own

when eager

now my mouth is dry cotton

thick fabric turn autumn

glow in the gown of soft feather

lining up the charge

for signs of contact

Published on April 14th, 2023