it is in these moments of
torture (panic) disease finds a voice
(ugly falsetto)
all the drama—swirling, vibrating—
but only around her.
the epicenter
the storm blows by, to be followed,
in short order, by another.
and so, TODAY—
du jour
the fetid muse is singing.
torture (panic) disease finds a voice
(ugly falsetto)
all the drama—swirling, vibrating—
but only around her.
the epicenter
the storm blows by, to be followed,
in short order, by another.
and so, TODAY—
du jour
the fetid muse is singing.
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