All About Ellie-Lou

Copiously conspicuous / an elegy / and all the way around
For numerous singers / artists on the edge of their seats / cries of cranes
All the way around, and over your neck—black bits on your wrist
The front / tiers of fabrics / draped over my canopy / pea beneath my rotted mattress
Lay and rest / dear / for when you wake, lemon tea will be hot and ready
Two steps forward / and burnt I am / against citrus orchards / thrust into
Who? What? Where? Into the rush that was your hair
No... she can’t bear, any further. Further than wild horses can run.
Further any of the contemplations.
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Oh / flirty taste of mint / tulip strips up my tongue /
No constraint / just curiosity of what is in front /
Front of the billow blowing / eastbound / bound up.
Wherever that is.

— Itzel Perez