clandestine
valentines
wicked
gestures
dandelions
now
u
love
me
now
u
don’t
now
u
see
me
now
u
won’t
pulling
my
teeth
out
shaking
my
fists
placating
ghosts
that
don’t
exist
no
need
to
worry
i’ve
been here
before
both knees
buckled
face
to the
floor
blind
to the
truth
that i’m
nothing
more
than
circumstance
&
metaphor
a pretty
prose
out of
tune
a clutch
of spores
gone too
soon
blown
to the
ether
by
baited
breath
my
patience
stretched
with
certainty
of
mind
over
matter
&
her
over
me