thirty days of poetry
prompt: your hair color
half the face in the mirror, with this tooth-drained
anti-composure, is vampiric: he says if you get this job we will
be almost at 100k a year, for the household. they are swinging on her chest
in two large moons; the female breasts can often appear larger the first
two weeks of the cycle due to increased
estrogen. her eyes are green online when she is in love — with this
composure, half-a-millennium-ago, you would have been the druid
the dryad the unspoken id in a swamp. you would have risen
naked to eat swords. brown hair in a mirror, she thinks i would like
to be able to afford pillows for the couch. the men in the
anti-chamber wait, soon she will ooze under the doorframe and they
will carry her back in jars.
the last pavilion 