Dear harpies, hello
Are you spooling obliviously
in longitudinal lines
or a stack of little belts
Summering so voraciously it felt
like it fell from the pocket
of Long Overdue & a rando
kindly handed it back to you
Your kick pleats are so cute
& your silver curls little cups
of needle shine that smell like sage
& cedar or pine & lavender or seawater & hay
They shine like turquoise tinted glass in the sun
or the stone with the white veins running though it
or that time we came upon each other in the woods
behind the house each thinking the other upstairs
I’m sorry I putter I’m sleepy not sorry
to be soon sleeping so sleeping so so
so shuteye so moondrool so deeply lapping
the plum-colored lake into which
I now deliciously drop
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