Love is a Wastebasket

I’m invoking a geraranium removal that is highly recommend—a powdered blessing of twisted rebounds (love spills).

These thrills cleave and clang my heart.

No detractor can spill my torch.

Love is a wastebasket when finished using.

What I’m Reading:

“Dread at home, dread to the bone, my father dangling his guillotine of dread. Dread as daily bread. Nursed dark by decades of dread”

— Safiya Sinclair / “Planet Dread”