The elegance and painful reverie of “smooth”

i soak up the leather

Of my mother’s heels

It feels like the very edge of the bed, where the darkness follows me in my deep brain waves, and I sense the monster inside

Soaking my sheets like the muddy Mississipi River of “arm full of needles” ghosts

Once the sun cries and leaks its tendrils

I start to comprehend the elegance

And painful reverie of

“Smooth”

I soak up the process of this study

Inside my hollow guts

So twisted

As I grapple the mother title I had to claim for myself,

As I run around the house with the click of the heels

My mother laying like an oil painting soaked up with a slinky piece of leather

Crowded over the precise nature of smooth

Colliding and lying to me

I dream of making her silver, silky, gold-medal proud

I will not drown

In this way,

No.

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