Dedicated to Varnica...
I spin a tale of blood
Every copper corpuscle becomes a string.
And I live again in my grave
I was wondering who you were...
...which cut on the lanes of my palm?
The yellow light never turned green
And so we drew further conjunctions.
Then I became fish
and swimming straight
became possible.
2 comments:
This has to be one of the best pieces you've written thus far. I really like it. :)
i wrote it when i was in college...seems like an age!!
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