her shadows
have more weight
than my ghost
in my hands
a basket
full of ripe
plums
they prefer
those bite-sized
cookies with the
******* fortunes
plain language
in which
nothing hums
her shadows
have more weight
than my ghost
in my hands
a basket
full of ripe
plums
they prefer
those bite-sized
cookies with the
******* fortunes
plain language
in which
nothing hums
