take any
more
more
of whatever is left
if you want
I’m seeking a sort of
privacy
Within
the search for the vitamins
that I put in my bra
It’s my newfound defensive
character
and the yearn
for any faint smell of
warm spring dirt
catch up to me
by the lake
or watch the butterfly
try to escape
through the netting
It’s still orange and
existing, we’ve
all been desperate
