days that count this calendar
divide equally into sushi and
samurai sword, cherry blossom
and goldfish
metal panels cut me in half my head wins
and i return legless and bold and build
a pond for the fish, swim like i am weightless
(which i am, i have no legs)
but this heart is a mass
and sinks to the floor where the fish dump their gold
and i turn to so much paper -
blot up the tears of
days that count this calendar
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
