painted fog in
your bathroom mirror,
striped bans of sweat. The
closest you'll get near her is
a pixel-faced image. She'll be
a breath you exhale in the cold
winter morning, a puff of cloud
hanging like a viper without
warning. She'll be
ringing in your ear,
the clapper inside striking
every fine downy hair. You’ll not
shake her loose. She'll trumpet
in your head like a long neck
goose. She'll be a hallucination,
a brunette silhouette, an aberration.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
painted fog in
your bathroom mirror,
striped bans of sweat. The
closest you'll get near her is
a pixel-faced image. She'll be
a breath you exhale in the cold
winter morning, a puff of cloud
hanging like a viper without
warning. She'll be
ringing in your ear,
the clapper inside striking
every fine downy hair. You’ll not
shake her loose. She'll trumpet
in your head like a long neck
goose. She'll be a hallucination,
a brunette silhouette, an aberration.
