NaPoWriMo: Deadweight Calibration

by annmarieelliott

august lake’s mouth
was saltine dry spitting
crumbs of words bigger
than he could feel. the ink
from mother’s grocery list
melted from his weeping
palms. from pools too shallow
to dive. keep it was drowned

in

please.

the drawstring of your accordion blinds
comes with a choking hazard.

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