Poems from Lunafire
I am not flawless
Nobody but a fool says they are.
My nails are uneven
Because I bite them worrying
whether my work’s even
worth...
Did I ask for your opinion?
Did I ask you for attention?
Did I forget to mention
that you’re giving me bullshit from the 7/11
to heaven...
The duckling downy hair around her head
floats wisply, ghostly as Ophe’la dead.
(Though dusty air is most her element.)
It’s Confectionery...