Your smile sweeps the pretense

From my eyes, you have made an

Honest woman of a childish parody


Sometimes without cringing

I speak in self-exposing truths

Breath held, expecting your fists

To reinforce my elemental fortress,

How could I imagine your hands

Capable of violence? Fingertips

Binding thread to stitch together

Wounds wet and pink like the

Impatient mouths of fish mutely

Stalking. Watching you mend

That which would otherwise

Devour I understand the breadth

Of your love even if the object

Remains, in my heart, ignoble


Albino Koi

She armors herself

In light, alabaster scales

Summoning the moon


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Imaginary Garden with Toads