embed the throat
with tiny diamonds
so when the mouth
opens up to sing
it sparkles
as the notes
come out
prickle
with the pickled
glaze
that attaches
to your retina
as volumes
pour
from your mind's
eye
you never even blink
sour gas
of jealousy
can curdle
freshest
blood
.
love,
Robin
.
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