( "version of the limbec" / via )

💊.

"Raw, not solemn odes
are dew angels.

I’m raw as mirrored nets;
it is a party met on me.

Open one poem,
note my trap
as it is tender,
or rims a warm isle,
gnawed, erased on me,
lost on war."

--@MerlinaAcevedo

Here's my take.

      "hrepenenje"

   break or can't break
   sepia
   sleep · sepia
   suffering
   where
   where is that other land

   killers of the skelly
   schooner · the near boondocks
   embrace of ash broadsides
   bricksepia keepstakes

   not fled wholly flinders
   afflatus made radar
gifts that were good & things gathered
   along a bitter livelihood

One More Cup of Coffee.