Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas
michaelboy

What any dusty mosquito-bitten knee would know



If I touched the bones that surround your chest
it was because I wanted to know what made you
(and I now realize the same has made me)
The brittle white in spring learns quietly
to blossom with its own tacit anticipation
as an unspoken forsythia waiting for yellow
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