My mood is so fragile.
Give me one walk around,
a do over,
my
chameleon
heart will
change
colors.
Run in
sunshine beads up my arm,
wild rain between the ground and i.
one lap in, blood is dust.
ears,
eyes,
palms are dust.
voice is dust.
a breeze, I don’t exist.
I don’t exist.
PLUTO BLOOMING 