Controlled Burns: Poem 4
Apr 14, 2022
coming slowly into focus, oozing out of the bottom,
you are the flower boy leading the procession
funeral vs. wedding, gloves vs. hands.
heat pulses, bends us, letting blood thin like water.
i thought we were ready to relate.
*energy* Dig in *energy*
Lots here is imperfect
like breakfast @ 5.
Spreading into the rest of time
and failing to make a sound.
Taking flight was an unintended effect
but we like my height.
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