a reading by the fireplace on a warm winter evening

Engaisi
Oct 19, 2022

would you please read me the fine print
slowly

not like the ad man

tell me the corners I should look out for
as finely as they turn into wisps of steam
with feral bubbles under it

leave no detail uttered

they, leaving their bitterness in packaged packets
tied up with bows
that never can be undone
until swallowed whole and make room at the bottom of my stomach

since dumbed down hues of manilla and brown do not faze me,
my bones turn into flowers
that grow out of my mouth and into my fingers

away

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Engaisi

Fascinated by the familiar yet strange of the everyday.