Hot AirA Poem by Alisa Js
is it the anatomy of the intention that makes it a lie
or the configuration of one's lips, as sounds begin to slip ever in the moment with no consideration after they fly sounds good feels good and dies on the vine of worthless sputterings
muttering, trying to define some meaning around those empty words of that moment like so many balloons drifting through the atmosphere in any direction untied...
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