Pallor I stepped on
Pallor I stepped on
calm diluted water,
calm diluted water,
ceiling sewn, somber
serrate dull dissonance,
serrate dull dissonance,
no bray issued on
key
Change the soil doctor
prayer day
nova umber.
Salute the song calm
girl in a statue desire,
one to say
tambourine.
Power, I
stepped on,
Dew blacker than
lacquered sonnets.
Slippery the
air we consume
dust frosts shelves skipping
stones on gravel we
land still
warm breaths hover
undulating beneath
bridges
slippery the air we consume
arms abounding
twine
underlined words swathed
nests
wound peopling
drawers recount the sound
of lines plummeting exteriors
rhythm
confined
buried parched in
pockets
Lauren Schimming is a poet and fiction writer. She is a managing editor for Coconut Books and works as a graphic designer for Hallmark Cards in Kansas City.
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