Waiting for Teresa
black fly spins into
my open face, anemic and wasted face,
twitching up at
hot and gloomy blue
wiggling ducks and the
man made of leather
bags, reedy
rough trees, these days
until tripping happy trims
the road curve,
eyes eyes knees
and ankles
duck chorus gleeing
she brings me string cheese
warm from childhood's hand
3 comments:
eeee i love you and i love this! i shall always be there to offer you string cheese or other warm snacks :D
...wrong accountz
but like i said! so beautiful!
and i wish i was there with you and teresaaa. <3 <3
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