Poems from March, for posterity.
Wild haired girls
With puddle eyes
Running in place
Covered in paint and
Guitar strings
Motor mouths
Filling my ears
With masterpiece
Master thoughts
Yesterdays socks on
Antibacterial toes
Three to a bed
We'll make due
Plenty of space for error
Who's hand am I
Holding in
Everything dear
I am Madame Falbaque
These things
I keep
Mirror
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