did i too zimbra thou as lief i live no more and
none but the pharmacist to con my breath to perk
and mend no ways i can be written as i am to thee
my splendor splash of bane to burning ochre bones to
gray to thee my rusty everglades of joy.
but yet and as of now on three i beat and yes
i butterfly.
images: jim leftwich
text: dv
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for e.d.
