Poetry Blogs (2017, homestead hospice neverland)

wring me, 
colored plasticine 
marbled fractals in my veins
til im indistinguishable
from the grey we sought to escape

every time you touch me i get smaller
morphine musicians' hoarders' holler
caught in a fever dream
and i swear that I was falling sand
too fine to catch between your palms
as we played on ligaments in neverland

"don't let me go--" 
gasping and blue, 
holding fast ...

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