Wednesday, January 7, 2026

norma l beautie s

daily occurrence—flip-thru
pages; here’s a sailboat

ever-ending     love
     the chaos//laugh
     or quiet retreat

in the car,
a delicate tableaux

envelopes either party;
sweet eclipse at hand—

     pass some ash thru lung

experiment 341: feel the same

put literal dashes--
abet accountability,

transplastic of--
well i really want this
love
to o god our success
you
to fuck like demons for the first time
babes
please o god help to
get this garden going

our yet-to-be
(just let the punctuation
trail)--