and another vow
yeah, no, not today. with
the way
that wax refuses to drain?
with the way
the melt makes it all rise quiet barely
alive? I need to tip the votive holder.
I need to bend back
the soft shoulder
and make a new vein to
let the wet
tepid vicious bee excrete shiver the little
fist on the wick? have you ever
been so god
damned stiff with
cold you don’t
know
if (listen)
you (listen)
can (shhh)
ever (ffffff)
ever (fff)
ever
be (phoooooo)
fingertip
to toe
lithe and gracious
again?
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