PineconesYou stay in my handInverted. With very little pressure applied. Perhaps to not break you?But I assure you my lack of grip is unintentional.You’re just suspended in my hand. Is it the sap, maybe?Could that be the trick? Either way, you’re in the long haulWith me. You kept me asleep last nightAnd now you’re mine..Continue reading “Pinecones | 1.23.2021”
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