Congenital

by The Juicer

the stringsdangle
in angst
snaky redsand blues
in the cornerof her eye they

jump with arms up jumpdown
balloons
yellowgreen they scream O
laughter lungs

rubbery squeaks
they speak ofmelancholia
the end of dawn –
back to thebeginning nowso

herewego

toes to toes arms
ringaroses in pink mist
snatched
spat out fromblackness.

dangle dangleon
slice thepain dulled institches
comeout, out comes! say
happy birthday nowso

years will come from
a punctum, amiracle
when laughter lungs lie
to toes totoes

and arms

around the end of dawndangling
in bright blackness
still andsoft ly she screams
of persimmon promise.

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