back neck--
garden i no
longer walk
morning after i am pregnant with harp disrobed
in his feet norse god speaks splinters
old woman
cries hibiscus red tears
and becomes anemone
passion
your wooden finger
dwn a divorced spine
unapologetic
i french kiss demons instead of light
late december
their breasts withdraw
to shadows
when chrysanthemums mumble i embrace water
on my doorstep
a garland of hatred
--end of summer
eyes empty
the monitor
has the solo
12yrs
now i love my heritage
over wine
lit a cigarette
reading a letter
frm his lover
sunset--
strolling Pinkney's park #haiku
aged harpsichord
wine stain kisses a white carpet #haiku
garden i no
longer walk
morning after i am pregnant with harp disrobed
in his feet norse god speaks splinters
old woman
cries hibiscus red tears
and becomes anemone
passion
your wooden finger
dwn a divorced spine
unapologetic
i french kiss demons instead of light
late december
their breasts withdraw
to shadows
when chrysanthemums mumble i embrace water
on my doorstep
a garland of hatred
--end of summer
eyes empty
the monitor
has the solo
12yrs
now i love my heritage
over wine
lit a cigarette
reading a letter
frm his lover
sunset--
strolling Pinkney's park #haiku
aged harpsichord
wine stain kisses a white carpet #haiku
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