There is a glue in my brain
helping me keep my shit together
Sometimes words make love in there
and sentences are formed
Sometimes they collide, explode,
or run away
and her doe eyes
tell me I've injured a beautiful creature
Sometimes words lie in wait
like childhood monsters
so I jump away from the bed
for fear that they will grab hold
of my legs
Brain, glue, words
Grain, whobirds
Wrainbluegourds
Blandwoolgirls
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