position paragon

June 17, 2016 Posted by the writer

position paragon

my breath became
an opera
when he walked
my door.
alto exhale
i bit knuckles
and chewed
but. when.
i looked at him
and his forest
eyes. i. explored
this place inside
nature. where we
met. in the first

About the writer

gretchen's brain is preoccupied with words.

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