Did the library of Alexandria hold up
her arms and rustle as you jumped
books held in your soft mouth
or Eiffel a sick light that never stopped
spinning as glass slivers opened
along her iron arms such frothy
language held you as burnt goddesses
zipped past became statues
a game you played when you were a small
wolf caricature licking mercury
from a blue plastic bowl
that endless yelp in your sugar
frosted arms
April 1
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“Eiffel a sick light”–OMG– Rebecca, you have the best knife tricks. <3
all i ever wanna be is that small wolf caricature
omg, the endless yelp in your sugar frosted arms!!!!!!!