summer facemelt

shiver blossom,

it’s a chill wind in

this summer

hologram. grab a goat-

stiff Capricorn to be lost by,

the wayside.

asphalt, blood, tequila

you don’t drink. moss

the lush underbelly

stomach sadness,

walk it off. salty water

heals your lonely nape.

no one can follow you into

the secret garden.

tend, and hum, and whistle alone,

topless.

and be wary of thorns

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