Air. Heir can’t be cured – I’m bee farmer caught stealing. Hospitality.
Swallows flit in the air – Only the houndish-rain can cure me. The don’t know regret.
The nature of green – They don’t know the dishes are-waiting. You keep telling me.
Hours pass in nothings – Or home. Or harm. Only song. The other side telling.
I said that just now – My sister cut her hair. Narrative-repeated. Looking through a lens.
I can’t leave the house – Because I’m afraid that people are laughing (at me). Branches reach for me.
I dream of healing – But it’s just a mapped out tap-root. I saw a wo/man.
Called tongue slippage – Blue night is coming for me. Yonder it is dark.
Hoping for applause – Wild seabirds don’t hope for that. For sonnets, marriage.
My room with a view – It’s also my prison with-a-view. Woolf can’t be trusted.
Left me for wide-eyed dead – My love killed me with one shot. Raised his rifle wide.
Swum like an otter – Needed the energy in-my-body. The stars were needles.
My blood was in tubes – To test thyroid functioning. Nurse, leave me alone.
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