Alligator gar crawling
beneath her skin.
It’s akin to suturing
cobwebs to moonbeams.
He’s got an itch.
Biting evolution
by a billion degrees.
She only remembers waking up.
A blue crab handing her the keys
to a gray limousine.
I can separate everything.
Alpaca touch at ten.
Cherry wash at three.
She stirs beneath the linens.
He unzips
a dark telephoto lens.
2 comments:
Lovely. You're on a roll. Keep going.
Oo, that's a nice one.
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