a blanket of yellow flowers
bosses dark eyes night
between his lips white
words and cotton plugs
is the time to dance on my bones
sacrilege memories
long legs
red flags
ceiling and stuffed shadow
a glimpse in the hands
and rain wild
back to watering
walls and stale items of life imprisonment.
from "Poppies in the aquarium" unpublished 2011
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