inspired by Hayley Perry's #42
the heatstroke swirls in charcoal & i cannot recognize
the morphing sky above. what pavement what stalls
what flowers are hidden in these colors on my way
up the shimmering slope? a moment later i would
jump into the pool of forgetting & swim in fever
of what has passed. days on a blank roll to
vaporize in sight. my in-between hours.
Good combination of drawing and poetry, I really like it.
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