Frothing fury stuck at the tip of the tongueDismayed fingertips bereft of words strung
Love and angerdifferent and the same
Silly little Sally, how foolish was she,admiring the dollies, ol Ken & Barbie
entire armies of fruit flies dive into bowls of vinegar without their life jackets on and can’t get out
We were feeling as down
With your head in my lap, I can’t bear to twist away from your brilliant green eyes
The invisiblepagebetween thoseturned by lickedindex and thumb,like an entirelibraryof god &…
