Today might be hectic
bursting with announcements...
I feel like I've known you
ever since I sprouted out of the garden...
I'm the sweet orb of August,
firm and plump and glowing orange and red...
Savage.
But you're so light. You writhe, the shock...
Occasionally,
I take a different route...
We were legends then...
Painting worlds with our tongues...
She tried to fall asleep
with a smile that belonged to someone else...
I love you like a star, dear
with auspicious eyes and falling lines...
It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...
Tonight,
I slumped 'gainst...
I enclose no desire to write about the
country resting in South Asia...
--For Nor.
She braids my hair...