breath-shot hoops belted about like desire
desperate jogs
new hearts underscored to index
as same as the old hearts
peeking from hands unclasped isn't an orange
or a baby bird
but a slumber party of the feminine
how left turns become what surrounds
as if in the process of falling asleep
i solidified around a weaving loom
and woke to it pulling out
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severely awesome.
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