kept bound in her calendar:
a childhood that sometimes pours
into
liquid time
hearts spun
in a sleepless dive
the surge of mind strings
useless wings
a wobble
the slight bounce of darkness
a pageless
gray
pause
garbled signals
waving like flags
fingerprints
1 comment:
nailtrails
clawfeet
grainy - pine sol - i've found no solution - i've felt the grain, nonetheless
noch keine
nina
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