Sundayly

Stop me, woman! It is an enormous lie.
He is a dream shadow abutting a languid suit
yet his light feet say they never ache

You watch men heave their rocks & sit chanting together
I eat cool TV love or picture dressed sweat
Sundayly
like breastmilk of my sleep
     like blue moon rain      a smooth summer lake
the skyest beauty

but I was the tiny friend crusher
I shot my puppy
Why? Ask the thousand diamond goddess
She of when forests sing
She who rusts black from worship
     from sad language      spraying      eggy
Her sweet petal beat not played

(Written with the Magnetic Poetry Kit, original edition)

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