Pardon me
cherry blossoms …
(pardon me if i
don't swoon)
in the ant-hill
sudden outbursts of “sweet” & “lovely”
it's the season
i arm myself
with antihistamines
bend necks
convinced now of
our lemming nature
beneath a pink cloud
head full of screaming guitars
deep breathing
the rattle goes away
after coffee
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