beyond flat this looking forward repetition isn't prop...

I giggle going downstairs
my footsteps as one laughing with me
oh my body dancing my mood,
and as my daughter can trim 78 words to 46 tight
my husband thinks I'll look good at age 60,
with a precision of purpose
ah rose hips through last night in squash doesn't have me squeal
fans for language
but as I have food on warehouse racks
to approximate how they'd be back in gains' garden
liquids state until light
instead of shipped out for a tummy;

therefore there you go
door penetration up and down inventory notes leaves weaves
of how much can we read by radio
for fine text of pleasure treaure rushed to each other
like short brimmed hat did nothing for letters with glare of more rays
slipped similar to slot of sunshine not entirely nether
if not hidden by just our recipes
when we can keep considering the sole thing not really flip flopped,
absorbing wood felled more than factory raised
or having on off shoulder consideration of seasons
of children nursing or advocating it
like having winter shawl ready in summer
or worn as a smocked waist skirt in usefuleness not left
to be surprised and lost from concept
whether passing it physically or not
sort of as never tapping out of sleep so stroking back for cradle transition Tweet