I forgot what I was gonna say
Author: A. Violet
it only had one rotor blade
I wonder how it flew
wouldn’t it tip over?
I approached a car at the curb
to ask directions My phone died
He was polite and concise,
the gold filigree
floats onto Belle’s dress
and you think if only
that were how a poem
is born
a biblical bachelor
would make an awful playmate
but a lethal playmate
might make a cheerful
preacher
I expected it to mean
something medieval
or something fancy
Don’t step on the pushpin.
Watch the dusty elf ski.
my blood muscle
got pushed back
it’s suffocating
in the back wall
of my chest cavity
Blame the ivory cradle
Blame the deduction
of proper cuddle nests
Blame the potential
of infantile spines
betrayal echoes
through the night
a train whistle
through a tunnel
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