I
when i underestimate the wind,
my foot slips
earth slides
beneath my feet
the petal hits metal
rose against steel
II
anther everything
the stamen came
bud the stem was soiled
you can’t calyx it
or draw my pistils
forsaking style and stigma
III
smile like a simile
represent the happy ones
become a metaphor for the contented
surpass the middle distance
see past the hyperopiates
remember you were happier
IV
lemons sour the moment
i don’t want to smell it
only chew
never eat the grey
it will wake you up in autumn
snow weight
V
we burned the tables on them
rhythm drowned beneath the
beat and feet of shadows
outlined ruins
cramp little toes
Keep my arms inside!
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