balloons filled with chirping finches.<\/p>\n
I liked to make things up in the dark, bright<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
yarn spider webs, name your electric<\/p>\n
mood disease a super-power. Instead,<\/p>\n
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the nightmare of your mania:<\/p>\n
constant smell of burning feathers,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
last year\u2019s untouched dinners. A ghost<\/p>\n
now buried in moss, now gone for days<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
in the snow, coked up and knocked up,<\/p>\n
your exquisite moth chocolate eyes,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
mimesis of a child who was a little prone<\/p>\n
to trouble. I could hardly remember you.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I learned to sow the medicine, delicate,<\/p>\n
and learned how someone doesn\u2019t die<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
but fragments into hydra,<\/p>\n
rakshasa or Ophelia,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
minister of mystic meth-trips<\/p>\n
down the silver-tunnels of the soul.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sister, the day you walked out of<\/p>\n
the labyrinth and into the kitchen<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
was not a day, but years of impossible<\/p>\n
breakfasts. We used to joke about<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
you breaking dishes. What marvel<\/p>\n
made apocalypse stormed through<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
you, what storm always in you,<\/p>\n
what storm you<\/p>\n
<\/span>held.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" … balloons filled with chirping finches.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":2435,"template":"","categories":[9,49,119],"tags":[425,6,426],"class_list":["post-2424","article","type-article","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-aquifer","category-literary-features","category-poetry","tag-ambalila-hemsell","tag-aquifer-the-florida-review-online","tag-witness-to-a-chain-of-bursing"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n