-posted.in.another.journal.far.away, it [fit]-
slipping on shy-lids
like banana
s p l i t s
she spits on moons
(reflections) held in spoons
and crumbled crumpled
paper flowers that smell sweet
baby teeth, disposed of
cam er a.
the summer,
summed up, sum of
glitter, cacti, saliva (sly-mantra)
boys (with toyzzz)
and best friends,
like trends
stealing scenes
scenester seamstress
sewing slides of
photos (faux-glows)
in albums, bound (& found)
costumery,
it spoke
in marble-tones, from mirrors
and said, 'how beautiful'.
it comes
to an
e .n. d
as it always (does)
happ ee end ing s
that turn (burn)
like schoolbook pag.es
i wonder
(of slumbers and blunders)
where the skinny-dipped musings
were hung to
sun-dry.
<3
