what to do in an array of basic star-clusters
do you remember my name? a hornet
gasping under misted glassware,
aware to the feeling of waking up.
leaves, maroon and always waxy
seeping fleshy green. floorboards
embellished in marigold seeds, ensen-
dador they call it, enthendador.
on an anklet, an envelope, a well-
polished package like oscelot, oscelot
feathers. dancing on chardonnay, we say
born sea-borne blues, hand-me-down
jewels, extended transpires tucked away
in the girl with the let-down braids.
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