art project. They were mine.
I poked holes to try to drain them,
but they just bubbled up into more
ghost ignitions. They are mine,
but they don’t come when called.
They come whenever they want to.
When they come I have to balance
rickety dishes of spoiled milk upon
precarious ledges..."
from the poem Parasitic Twin, within my poetry book 'Malformed Confetti'.
this photo was taken by Thursday Simpson, who received a copy of the Malformed Confetti!
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