Gangsta in a sun dress
Winding way through
Words missing letters
I’ve picked the bits up
Always a plan
To stitch the pieces back
The stolen treasures
Tickle my fingers
Telling jokes
Flesh to flesh
Hear a needle, hear a thread
Bringing tight
Who saves who in this last minute intervention?
I lie the letters out to find a pattern, a words, a phrase
A heart beat
A nothing
-
draw breathe –
An everything
The one is all
The all is one
Pehiw, Hibernation 2021
The first Gangsta in a sundress poem is here.
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