I should start Dating Things so I know when I write Them
familiar yet bland
the after-taste spoiled
everything her tongue
worked towards
her extremities were
numb like the
muse she pricked
her wings from unfurled
they made stained-glass
look like cave paintings
of 50's stick figure pin-ups
although when flapped
they stuck to the air anyway
and she remembered the
cinder
blocks roped to her ankles
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