The grade I got from a niece of the current
Regime. My sunburned
Nipple, also a variety of Japanese shrubbery.
Did you know the bus is free. Untitled skirts for
Fall. Why didn’t you say something.
I didn’t want to say anything. Underwater plants wave from
The underwater mirror of the spring. I don’t cede
My right to poignancy and have been assured
You did so only recently. Birds ask
And answer fire where here