May 2020
You wished a
talented end. When you
denied me, where
Was the wrong moon?
Like nightbird you birthed
an astral poem.
Plunged in bone-
deep, an arrow ejects a
rose from belly button.
talented end. When you
denied me, where
Was the wrong moon?
Like nightbird you birthed
an astral poem.
Plunged in bone-
deep, an arrow ejects a
rose from belly button.
