Rocky ehStacy Kidd
Yon splinter spelunk with white water. You swim, I spit, we stay. Whatever juniper jostles our betweenness: you I loved truly. You I strayed only a look and that’s too bad for the grammar. Miss a beat &/or bed me on Tuesday night if only for the bad radio. Kiss uncovers terror of forests. Colorado a moose lodge or eighty dollar motel and mobs of macabre stares in the morning. Sometimes, I/you can’t remember. O, Colorado. O, Denver fucking Colorado. One leaf is all you need to pollyanne the trees. Because they’re beaut-ee-ful. Tied up. And up.
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