jenvini's review
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
fast-paced
5.0
I perch on the concrete in so many hues of brown overheated,
watching him dance
in white linen sweatpants and bare chest with birth
and death in his movements.
Citron, figs, and papaya on his tongue. He rattles and pumps.
My organs shift and swing
toward the sun, a black orchid, singing.
From "Rollerblader"
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