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after Heath Houston 
a Golden Icecream-Scoop* Acrostic

etches a
line of longing,
draws me closer to

yours, taken

harvesting all
autonomy. Mirages of
reason shimmer, losing the
memories made along the way.

This linked acrostic poem is part of Caustic: linked acrostics on Chalkboard. I’ve borrowed words from:

*That’s what he said. But this is also a standard golden shovel, because each increased-length line still ends with the ‘borrowed’ word.

[That’s because you are deadly with a dare :p — Heath]