I think the American Dream, has lynched so many of its own, so much so,
orangutan/green pupils are aglow,
I know its a slow burn. I’ve known its beautiful glint. Dazzled white snow.
I know its crumbling yellow -diamonds, jumping out the sky.
Ah-the rope, the magnetized weight has her clever edge,
if you should ever cough-up dreams outright,
Catch a sneeze at midnight, blow a prayer over flames
now that’s magic…
kindness sis. Krissy