the tannic tilt of a half-truth
a map for feeling it all
and a chest for keeping it in
certainty set in whalebones
doubt and hopscotch and eyelids
a tiger who changed their stripes
a meatball in a leather harness
the pillow blankets (russian)
a fretted brow
a dream girl
a shame mirror
thick stacks of sand dollars, juices running clear
dried fruits shaken from the lightning tree
a tree shaken by the vicar's lightening
a vertebra of something that had lost its spine
a spiny catfish with a mouthful of opals
that in time revealed entire blue dwarf galaxies
of a future space opera conducted only in
minor chords
ah! a dream girl/ a shame mirror
ReplyDelete"tannic tilt of a half-truth" what an amazing way to describe being drunk-chatty and regretting it in the morning!!!! idk if thats what you meant lol but its immediately what that line evoked in me. also jfc a whole opera in minor chords is truly (in my opinion) a fate worse than being ship-sunk at the bottom of the sea
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