Ginyu 6
April 12, 2019 § Leave a comment
soaking in the jar for three days the beans are pink and ready to split
my face is a trapdoor spider candy foil floats along the dark train floor
“aren’t all prophesies self-fulfilling?” sugar written in spanish
for just a moment my sense of smell returns the bewildered elms
feeling a bee the coins in my hand flash in the sun
Chris Gordon
March 20, 2000
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