soapy memory

almond heart running down my legs. soft crinkle raspberry dough sky,cloudy asparagus lamps drizzling snowflakes over my cracked bosom. lions undress, it is the new year and running hyenas lure the night into their eyes. 

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its possible all things have fallen. 

rice falling from eyes like teary moon chasms, toothless gaps leave my head jaded with growth greenery. 

Scarlet feet have fallen from each glacier, the saw sings like a monument and dusk is debris. 

We wait in the wash of soupy garments, soapy memory.