16/04/2024

i kindly wish, daintily unkempt,
for all your corners to crease and bow up
blink, freeze and claw up high noons
drink breeze and throw up typhoons

as short as i am here, faintly content
paint me, i kindly wish,
paint me a reason for contempt
cornered and bound to bow down,
to crease on the brink of grow-up
by moons