dark—

navy blue

full of waters

full of air—dusk, rather, from the explosion

inside her

—she silhouettes—

a dream she is

inexplicable.

letters don’t fit

her inner matrix

jungle woman

kicks up dirt

to think. you had it good.

shattered madula, only the spice

but long, full, life

in a trans, in a focus

she chooses to heal for love.

I’ll give you a

“catch” phrase:

chase a dream.