…Annexation (I) Dearest mild, amusé…

 

It’s as though I’m a fruit vendor– the flies they see me coming.
And then I run.

It’s like the light is changing.
And then I call you fun.

I’m so compacted; the sky so far.
And I’ll settle for not knowing who you are.


Thanks for the cover xo
(For you, no charge).

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