kneeled in sugar
hands down but raised in a door way design
not just yet carving out the rines
that make space for heat.
a placid place for a face on a canvas
i offer surface tension
no body breaks that water
Heat funneled through sent to the family
aluminum coated bounces the frost of their empty
hes gone
and today i wish i could catapult to the peek of the bendy straw frame work
build walls and mortar and rugs with song and clipp his wings.