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[gillyweed]
11/28/21

tonight i found myself forging fairy tales from fickle fantasies;
night time tragedies never nearing even half-drunk epiphanies.

placating poignant poems in pretty books filled with perfect peonies
bathing in barbarically boisterous boys disguised as something healthy

i lost the loose ends and lately — i feel it’s left me wanting a life worth living
and tonight i found myself forgiving false prophets prematurely
when i should be growing gillyweed in the garden instead of
helping what’s hurting.