Weak Secrets
WEAK SECRETS
a secret?
how inferior
can one get
secrets stamped
all over you… true
potatoes that hiss
I stand alone
clutching
my bottle of white
happiness
papyrus edged feeling
world attacks brassy
biased big showing
us the way home
so… sweet your
blood mouthfuls
in gulps of foam
I
would
let you
steal the
bottom
of my
eyes
©Kim van Breda—18 November 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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