These days are empirical
from where we were once
rained from, savvy a drop
of humor the Sunembellishing the ravine of your
hand and christening noon's
evinced wings: knowing
and gilded with comfort
from Day's livid sighsas we lay lower
so drones the water filter
and low wattaged nights like these
fumble like a lovely paralarvae
as pernicious like one
stroking the innards of calendars
and worship in the cavity of each
other's chest && how our hearts
drop.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
kuuipo.
Poesiakuuipo ring for a wahine. i pulled an Irene and decided to write fictional poetry because why not.