. her **** sprinkled spine.
her blackened fingertips from a day cleaning and smoking in
the pre-spring heat.
her knife atop the stump.
memory is the root of mankind’s trouble.
lullabies
her mother used to sang,
as the fish gasped and to the bone.
wilderness, a strange enchanted girl.
her bioluminescent tent.
her blackened beans and tortilla-leaves and peelings of cheese.
her knife to whittle a twig.
her moments grow like gardens left alone to ghost-over.
to sample the city wilderness
& then slip further away into a rearview idea.
new republic.
paradise. she’s up that trail there.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
. her **** sprinkled spine.
her blackened fingertips from a day cleaning and smoking in
the pre-spring heat.
her knife atop the stump.
memory is the root of mankind’s trouble.
lullabies
her mother used to sang,
as the fish gasped and to the bone.
wilderness, a strange enchanted girl.
her bioluminescent tent.
her blackened beans and tortilla-leaves and peelings of cheese.
her knife to whittle a twig.
her moments grow like gardens left alone to ghost-over.
to sample the city wilderness
& then slip further away into a rearview idea.
new republic.
paradise. she’s up that trail there.
