It has been five years since I
Dropped my eyes in a tinted vase. Every
Thing azul. The crook of your
Arm bruised blue. And the
Shirt that I named Ophelia.
© 2014 BENJAMIN SMITH
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Friday, August 8, 2014
The Anvil
A cube was never meant to make one
Shrink. The atrophy. Made mad by
The mad. The matriarch. O medicine woman,
Why can't you lift the anvil? Under the crippled
Canopy I can hardly think.
Shrink. The atrophy. Made mad by
The mad. The matriarch. O medicine woman,
Why can't you lift the anvil? Under the crippled
Canopy I can hardly think.
© 2014 BENJAMIN SMITH
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