pulled under,
only remedy is dodge sideways…
Kitchen
pounding of my heart
amplifies the breath
in my nose,
surely all the neighborhood…
there was a flower in my yard
it was real small
so i dug it up
and gave it a little flower pot…
legs are cream-filled donuts,
some kind of structure
on the outside,
but soft and collapsible
on the inside…
It’s the place at home,
that feels like it’s own abode,
a true sacred space…
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