Like a Broken Cartoon by Jessica Pollard

Dec 28, 2018

Like a broken cartoon,

luscious bones the muscle queen
and the factory of my eyes
makes a gladness.

for the starched sky,

for some automotive whoa,

and by garden light
a grooving moon-cream
love croons out:

there is a plethora of angels within me,
my blood is only silk scarves and honey.

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