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(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed

(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama

(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive

(adulthood.)
doctor holds my hips, ovaries are busted, yet
money drips off my fingertips, cherry streets
stuck in a leafless tree, spitting romances
looking, looking achingly, incessantly in hopes
that there lies
faith

(elderhood.)
yearning god wept, begging me for more
painting utensils handless, covered in thinner
hard muscles and cotton-tails, fortunately fed
tangled, touched, cornered, crouched
gathering the fine
jewelries

(senility.)
the vexatious façade tells intrinsic truths when
there are motifs in the wind, lilies float
white lilies, daffodils, glass jars are
the carnival air is close to devastating the
ocean quartzes breaking
rapidly

(death.)
afraid, tired, where are the keys
we bury the truth, we sink further into wet dirt
where are the kids, why are we here
pinky promises and holding hands, hugs
planets unraveling like
petals

(afterlife.)
raspberry cake, mint teas, doilies
speakeasies and free piano shows, violins
reflections, trust, possibility, courage
we are so free, we are so heartful
enveloped in blood;
womb

Description
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed

(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama

(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive

(adulthood.)
doctor holds my hips, ovaries are busted, yet
money drips off my fingertips, cherry streets
stuck in a leafless tree, spitting romances
looking, looking achingly, incessantly in hopes
that there lies
faith

(elderhood.)
yearning god wept, begging me for more
painting utensils handless, covered in thinner
hard muscles and cotton-tails, fortunately fed
tangled, touched, cornered, crouched
gathering the fine
jewelries

(senility.)
the vexatious façade tells intrinsic truths when
there are motifs in the wind, lilies float
white lilies, daffodils, glass jars are
the carnival air is close to devastating the
ocean quartzes breaking
rapidly

(death.)
afraid, tired, where are the keys
we bury the truth, we sink further into wet dirt
where are the kids, why are we here
pinky promises and holding hands, hugs
planets unraveling like
petals

(afterlife.)
raspberry cake, mint teas, doilies
speakeasies and free piano shows, violins
reflections, trust, possibility, courage
we are so free, we are so heartful
enveloped in blood;
womb