the detox of the lady

she wrote the world in lipstick
on a pond like a lady’s room mirror  

I am the moment & the
conversation
betrayed by my cells my
genes my
purple grey matter matted &
gnarled upon itself in stalemate a
fused street fight encased in
blood that’s screaming for a drink 

give me anything amber & still like
a calmed & alien ocean that
ten thousand suns penetrate to its
monster depth

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