Georgia, On My Mind


From penned infancy to disorganized adulthood

I have tried to put into words dribble and hymn.

And, all the many, many, skeletons of wondering that took place.

I tried to put into words

What…

she did for me

when I felt misinformed on my solitary imaging.

My, my, my androgeny.

Her denim coerced all the slayings of the normal sects.

Pastel black or white.

Soon became black and white pastels with retrospect.

 

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