Pastels washed
Grow further pastel
Each thought draws
You more into hell
From what you've seen
There's no distance between
To question, to quench, to quell
Choir girl tugs ephemeral curled mousy locks
Spilling out her dress scented Spring and more
Hallmark print hips, a specialty cake box
From a Safeway in California in '94
Your new God's commandments on your rocks
You toss them like Moses on the bathroom floor
Then quietly weep for Absalom behind the stall door
Dark spot advertising
On your lavender shirt
That you cracked your egg
Of all days, Easter Sunday
You cracked your Easter egg
What would your parents say
If you tried to tell them
You found it that way
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