do you ever hold still so long
you wonder if your toes
remember how to flex…
Author: A. Violet
I tipped the bowl toward me
and it spilled…
pearls sewn on wedding
dresses, shining…
When it was all over, I looked at the dot with a tail curling on the inside of my wrist.
“Why did you want a comma?” the artist asked, cleaning their tools….
field brown is dingy
grass is achingly green…
I hear
my words swirl
into the air…
sometimes you write a poem
on a tissue…
I am the bridge suspended…
or did I get so many goose bumps…
2 tastes like sun-warmed
garden peas scooped directly from pod…
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