Works of F(r)iction

…

We tell lies
in the cellar,
sell our words
for tiny button
photographs
of time.

We’re in the
weeds, berry
-kissed
and a little
touched
in the head.

We’re re:cording
ourselves sane,
playing games
across the fence
between sigh
and science.

Flex those veins
with ice, the cream
(de la creme) vice
president of
op(her)ations, en
-fixed without violence.
 

..
My Shawna gave me a word list. This is what it wanted to be. 

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