One note

the portrait is aching

the moon is half empty

a star is trembling streaking shooting 

through your hair.

i lose you in God

i listen and hear voices

this world is a simmering pot.

such a simmering pot.

i can't tell you anything anymore

i can't sing or fall apart

the terrible two's

of a threesome 

a long shot a hot bed

that was a close call

and i still feel it between my legs

the wheel spinning

the knife throwing

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i found the scapular behind his knee

he was kneeling so close to me 

i caught the slightest sense of it

my arrow pounced my back broke

my heart opened again

i am growing

and talking to my dead grandmother

who comes to me as a flower

a simple and potent gardenia  

one note.