Friday, October 6, 2017

you / won't

you went and lost my mother's respect.
which is a harsh & unnecessary thing to say
but being only a pillar wobbling beneath crumbling
attics of my desperate affections, a slip
of the son, a trick of the light directs glowering
eye toward your oncoming, your imbuing
and shimmers. basically i'm in love
with so much of you / won't think about the rest.

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