Tuesdays insights:
Mad girl,
closed her eyes, thought of you
blocked her ears, thought of you
eased along the mushroom trail
maybe it was a dream
a dream that won’t shake
or it doesn’t really matter
these are the lies we tell ourselves
too aware of the wrong things we leave behind,
a bare focus, desensitized to obscurity,
not to you
Mad girl confronts the dragon midday over cereal,
some gawky tarantula, some enchanted non-grace
These questions go answerless, but no less real
PLUTO BLOOMING 