• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 08
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An apology in my fluorescent pink bra

I was walking past
like a zipper
pulling my ends closer

the goal was to reach
a point of submission
that I have pulled absences
way too far

stopped by a pond
guarded by fishnet
guarded by water
guarded by my lone presence

and you broke in
almost tearing the air
fleecing my eyes of wool
asking me for an apology

yet admiring my vanishing fluorescent pink bra