Actually wrote this one, though I have been kicking parts of it around ... first time I actually put them "on paper," anyway. I think that's 10 pages so far. Now, I have to run off for group.
one catalpa leaf
valentine | spade
love
and death
she said yellow or
golden yellow
but for maple it was definitely
crimson red. this
she repeated, crimson
red.
bury me with your picture, jules
sammy says he knows what's going on here
and it's gonna stop
sammy says
elly asks for a light before time
can i get a light? he spits please? i'll
comb your hair.
but nobody draws me a picture like you,
no one knows what i truly
look like, but you,
the fins, the scales, the scars like dry
lips across my shoulders, my head sharp, wicked,
my alien nature, my
deathness | love, light, golden
yellow catalpa. no difference,
just wait till all the leaves
have fallen and sleep
for spring mulch
under the snow.
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