lens locked upon the sockets that stop slipping up.
that cease to trip up because comfort is achievable and has been granted
accessible to the embered comfort within my soul.
i am whole.
i am holy, and i breathe the air of the prairie
the air of the long road taking us back home.
with thick skin of the trees and exoskeletons of the
bleach my fucking hair and make me stare into the eyes of the deer
i'm becoming something new
not in love with you.
lindsey, you are my guardian
you are lover
jake, you are the eye of the deer
m. you are the soiled temptation that is rectified only by my imagination
you have raped me.
you have tarnished my.
shelly, you were worthy.