"Zersetzung"
the cold leaving · its trace in the mind
trace across years · from having been cold
the sprig sprinted
from its prose perch
for long living
the framework heaving · what hacks within
ornaments wobble · in weird unison
—cat attacks
a Xmas tree—
days, my mind
the cold of years · yawp barbaric
to my soft bones · in the last dregs
didn't want done
& trust tried
head twisted off
words fall · like the falcons they are
" 'Yes,' said Frog, reaching for a cookie, 'we need will power.'
'What is will power?' asked Toad."
—@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social


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