other animals

the knot knowing must be a part apart from shifts and stumblings of a shuffling

ocean the sometime light from the tip of a pen or the bird song background

yet mornings honey blue and pink cotton candy with musings on beloved retail outlets so

again we try to caress and nail down some mostly smoke and threadbare wraith

and that’s all wet and good but those beloved clammy fevers know just enough to stay asleep until a honeysuckle smile

wandering sunlit sundress you see you lost seven moves ago