I have not stopped saying “if so” E.M.
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Things were messier than expected
There was a heart wound
Obedience was a fracture between two sides
of the drawn curtain
Complaisance entailment follicled a brocade
her whose a myrtle breast or condiment, allure
We wanted it to work out
We ached for it
to grow older
Life gets better before we notice
we have to believe we can obey
I see you hold the aspidistra
keep it flying
A small joy is not an inert quantity
to perceive merit, a learned profess
opposite to scoff
Fabulation observed in parents
I see you are wearing a new scarf now
May I call you Theresa with an h
The thespians are on alert there
Trying to organize a paella did she blurt
In esse is a key to charm
Or whimsical a gesture she promulgates
to the letter
for disobey is to concatenate
Did we know this
When she turns I see the back clasp she coveted
from calypso
Oh
We have to believe we can compel
obedience’s dictive flower
Given weighed portions learned in “plating” classes
they snigger (they are “she”s)
Wanting to enact an important form
Alive our skin is valuable to the burned
The burned the burned the burned
A type of high art in a sentence, ruined
Tonal variants imply a verdant allure
We are mysterious falsettos or brides
our corridal “neve” in high snows
Foliate to amuse
They* felt us thru the feral membrane
all that time
Usually I find being distracting
do you agree
do you know if this is so
A tertiary fascicle stops in mid-track
tho you still will not admit
We separately believe what is necessary
or deem
now
Do our ideas fragment or coalesce
will we hold hands
Occasionally
(ever again,
oddly beaming)
No one has given an answer to the proposed structure
Keepers
No, keepers absolve & we are waiting
Disturbances indicate grandeur of real life
is this a clue
or ministration
I am in need of ministration
A toil submit, will she
Why do I so fain or want her
A tall girl cracked me up, she admitted later
I have stopped saying “if so”
* “feared” cherished