Rearrangement

What's not for a girl to love–

The coat of the mouth, the flavor of ruin.
Consider the murk of dwindling, the stones you thought
Were coins. The accidental wounds.

(In the daddy state,
It's illegal
To break your lily flicker of a smile.)
The shadow

your mocked hull broaches. Magnify
a tinge of dust. The sky and the sea even.

The heart metamorphosed. Flown.


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