in redheaded
desire
I can’t get out
of the lovely
quagmire
eight-year-old
rollerblades
covered with mud
hose them down
fuel the intensity
of the draught
delight in saturation
it’s okay
mother won’t
find out
about the flood
I am sorry
about haystacks
the lack of love
and devotion
acquired from cats
thankful lunch
engagement
with or without
cheese
satisfy cravings
strange emotions
I am burned
by redheaded
fire
my heart is ready
it couldn’t be
dryer
Poetry OR Poem
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