Bussokusekika (first attempt) in Various Endearments

  • Feb. 25, 2014, 8:49 p.m.
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A gust bends the hair

Into a spindly halo

While we are walking.

I wish you wouldn’t notice

Me tame it back into place,

Worried you will see yourself.


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