The sun shone
and I couldn’t
swallow
summer’s frottage
a stick-on fang
stuck in a cherry
Something
is here / to forget
burns
I forget
love’s form inscribed
in moonlit curtains
The sun shone
and I couldn’t
swallow
summer’s frottage
a stick-on fang
stuck in a cherry
Something
is here / to forget
burns
I forget
love’s form inscribed
in moonlit curtains