how are you allowed to be so exquisite
if you were a flower I'd
pick off all your petals
and utter "she's loves me not"
as every thin tendril
floated to the ground
8.11.15
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the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by
Poetryfrom the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016
