immaculate inventions
conveying weird-
ass stethoscopes
in an effort to
“make sense of the world”
sauvignon blanc
wholly to witness your glow,
—kept sorrow trickled
a spine or two, ridiculing
the public’s troubled thoughts,
a mystical journey to
find what the hell it means to
really become alive and to
be truly living, so these scientists
disbelieve such amenities.
a garden of poetry