The X Spot
There was trouble written all over her
like a treasure map, gold buried deep
between the missing ampersands
where to begin,
X marks the spot
Y chromosones
like quicksand YX
rolled up, a necessary
reoccurring addiction
sage smoked slowly
then fed to the sharks
gold buried deep
between the missing
ampersands
the better treasure
hidden
XX marks the spot
Candide Diderot. ‘24.
Copyright © Candide Diderot | Year Posted 2024
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