Am I enough daddy to divide
and conquer rusty blunder
only briefly in migration
sharpshinned corners kind of
like kind of light salmon
background says
a lot about you big beefy
straddle bug little golden
misery (who’s been sleeping
in my hair) a flower
folds over so skin
can begin my friend
remembers longer
seasons of snake
grass my beloved
number never
comes up
omg, best opening lines! and I hear some relief in those final lines that is mysterious and pleasing….
Oh, man, I LOVE:
“big beefy
straddle bug little golden
misery (who’s been sleeping
in my hair)”