Sunday

Stolen from 256 Motel Baths



O Henry wrote
mmmnof spousal love in combs,
his or theirs made from bone,
mine for her a
mmmnminute whittled shell
oatmeal ground, buff, scented soap -
that it could hug hair
loose without intended form,
morph into infant fingers tangled,
jewel on yucca flower dust,
cross pollinate, thenmmevolve
shell into egg dripped fork
right side suspended




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