Fake FlowerWoven blackFake Flower
plastic petals glue-gun dew spilled like rhinestones on a second-hand blouse. It's muted thorns wouldn't stop my little brother's rubber bugs, the leaves are frayed. The bud hangs, torn on the side. It's coming apart.
FragmentsThe feel of ripples in cool, clear water The sight of someone you had lost forever Her soft, warm coat with the big, round buttons The weight of them, when all you have is The sounds of night just before dawn The almost-smell of a familiar perfume.Fragments
Once, my sister found a seagulOnce, my sister found a seagull, grounded, felled by some unknown. Around him, comradesOnce, my sister found a seagul
(or had vultures found him?) flew through salt and sand that pounded in the wind. She watched him, sounded the alarm, but nothing happened. Still she stayed, till kicking, he spun slightly from her, lay his head on wing and died there. Past the ocean dusk, we held a service, had one moment's silence, and she named him.
ColorsColorsColors
Further north than I've gone before, the early morning air is sharp A new town, with worn-in buildings, they and the sky are a dozen greys Pink, green, and baby blue wads embedded in the city's roads The people here aren't careless wasting them in trash bins I step over a splash of thick, bright orange left over from the vibrant night and wish I had these colors.
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