She loves the way it sounds: absolve
Step back, get a better view:
set free, let go, abandon: add wings
to heaven (or something or someplace
like that)
What would it be like to have
the hisses and ridicule heard
as the twelve-year-old-she evaporate?
The auditory mist would be taken up,
on flying chariots, hazy clouds of glitter
trailing them as love prevails,
finally, in memory, in future – -
She loves the way it sounds: absolve
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during October 2010
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