flower flowers flowering
over flowing
i am steeped in gathered floral
in a cup of my self-prescribed meditation
you are too poor to pay attention
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a mother looks into a mirror
is divided by the daughter
split with laughter peeling off mouths
this is the discarded banana peel of lust-rust
i tend to my garden rocks
tending to slip on the compost when i am
giving you the slip, picturing slipping
bones knit
skins pinked
flush tight
full blush a subtle blushed communicates much
my love-
his songs is so many hues
tan-lellow fortune cookie lies
my lucky number is not 8-ate meant not a thing
not believed is luck
so i become a tough muffin
my love, my bestfriend, you are a stud
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i carry a possession ring
wound looped through place of sniff and smell and pick
my sneeze is bejeweled
keep glimmerup
shine on you crazy pearl
in my engagement eye contact concert filmed in filmy dream residue
unfurl in frills the my mother’s white frock which
i shredded like mozzarella threaded like a loom of the moon
this all will all make cake confetti
this with our tattooed graffiti
slip on ink
your glaze of gaze repairs my blister’s sores in bruising excite
let’s just get married already!
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my patience is a thin little whispy thing
flimsy today–like a lot of expensive things should not be
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you are costly
you are stars
body on fires, spangles, my flame-you are
bangle
spackled in sparks
light to sequin suns burns out holes
in both palms
when
when you catch me
I didn’t realize you were a poet!
I enjoy the imagery.