drive left-handed,
right thumb and first finger
roll pills from sticky rice film,
residue dries to fingertips…
bare tree branches etched
against bright blue…
did they say
miracle,…
get dressed up
to boost your confidence….
faith is the grip
that doesn’t let go….
start with mint green, add a little blue…
wind whistles
in the window…
who are you, pray tell,
to decide…
Hell is a great, bright light
and I am a moth…
Walk fast enough
that you can un-huddle
your shoulders…
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