this skin traded for fortunes
unknown a nice cake
awaits you the morning
after, an envelope steamed open
by disbelief you are the only
flower of meditation
in the wilderness a fire
that tastes like knowing we want
to have a testimony but don’t
want the test laps up
desire with the urgency
of fate you are about to become
$8.95 poorer, $10.95
if you had the buffet
Beginning at the Golden Panda
October 13, 2017 by Leave a Comment
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