barnowl blues
this wretched domesticity i’d rather be among barn-owls
than damp laundry where moths have had their way
unholey rank cottons silks wool eviscerate +webby
one dress of the thinnest unborn lamb shredded from
breastbone to hip moths feasting in my $13,000 cherry-wood
armoire made by Moe a white-haired man with too thick fingers
oh you must do some cherry for the lady!
to replace that from long ago rent in a damp suburban basement
by a pencil-thin accoutrement Paris continues to elude worms
crawled too over aubergine wedding suit holy-holey!
invisible mending made it worse you simply cannot restitch a
heart gaping-gash now can you? soon a burst-bursa much like
the one on an ancient poet knee
woe she be me
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Winter 2026 .. the year of metamorphoses..🦋
songanddancegirl 