A buzz cut
May 29, 2013
her body
swallows my body,
a willow wanes its
branches under the
crest of the moon,
the bloated earth
sings with air
swinging her body
disturbing the brown
threads of hair.
The Temptations
chirp from a
glowing garage.
A buzz cut.
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