Shed Light | Poetry

Michael D. Snediker

Argo ergo an ego in the rye & once only once he laughs at the sun. Paired into alibis, asking a lot then (steadily) a little less. Stripped down to my funny little hip & a watercolor fuss waving it away. His lower tone, before being asked to cope wherever the kite gone missing sailed into the suffering branch. A furnace of settled hours. & the vision of a sudden...