Burdens

Come, I’ll clean my teeth with you

and stain the furniture with echoing pulse.

 

I didn’t want to diagnose us

a waterfall of butter and melted wires

waves of licorice pulsing off the cliffs

 

arching your shoulders to carry the moon

a platter of metal and earth

but here we are

and I’ve crafted a bar cart of your limbs.

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Jenna

Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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