Sep 26, 2023
twelve houred stylo, beat drop
a let go ropeburn, dry sand pa-
per it rained in chicago to
rejuvenate covered gar-
age carred parking lots,
knowing how to fix every-
thing but you, fogged glass-
es hiding truth of spilled
pockets for illicit separ-
ation when sapped like
intuitive fish know the
drill and die to respawn
a back coil, surrounded
by even bigger, bulging
feminine muscle, writhe
in the glory you put
down like a hex you
cast on all around
tornadoes, perp-
endicular to luci-loo,
staging photos with
holes wherever it
could confound some-
one weaker, to reveal
the untouched truth,
wouldn’t deign a dec-
ibel more than a momen-
tary instinctive look, hide
because you couldn’t
choose love, after all
