I'm 10 minutes late to day three, but no matter what I still wrote it! This is a list of poem titles sewn together. I little lumpy, like a homemade quilt, but it more or less works.
In a Certain Order
In a Certain Order
In a certain
order, the roots grow thick.
Special
numbers in dance cards, in
the river
chameleon, these weapons
come natural,
comb and poppy
concentric circles
in the humor
of predators
and paper females
on Sunday’s
she feigns pretentious
into serial
waterfalls and sips bubbly.
Maybe the
world grows colder, but
In a certain
order, the frost seals
the summer
into the earth and
she cartwheels
into spring
her blue boat,
her glass slipper
her body
moving into poetry.
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