Illustration Before Waking


Lean back on lyric
while eyes lose focus of the tiles in

your words, the mark of a loosening grip-
cold mosaics.
Respectfully, what could such a
stoic heart uncover?
What will chip the paint of our foster home
uninhabited?
Trace the you in underscored, underappreciated,
unnatural to friendship our new love made-fine
for old creeps like us to canvas back blind.

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