1/29/18

May 16, 2018

infatuation

i am consistently bribed

to your advances

and to your absent-minded babbling

i lend my ear

and i listen closely for meaning

that is not there

fascination

it is wavering above me

fragile and drooping

and crumbling into my hair

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