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
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