"unapplied" poems
the vertigo of dwarves--
seven bites into a snowy
apple.
caramelizing dusk.
a full viewing.
her overslept perfection.
her eyelashes flaking off
tremorous go betweens.
her cheeks, rash & unapplied
blush--what's soup to winter.
or what feigns the circulature
of a latter stir.
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 6:16 AM UTC