Honey and Monkeys and Bears and Dust

S.K. Nicholas, as brilliant as always.

S. K. Nicholas

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That scent of hers as she skips around it’s like donuts and fields of corn that sway in the breeze beneath a sky of milk white teeth and when she closes her eyes she becomes the corn and how she sways and how the sun becomes her and even though she’s broken and sometimes dead and that inked heart of hers so easily comes apart at the seams the world can’t help but move around her and each and every insect is drawn to her music and so am I but try as I might she avoids my gaze and I’m listening to Joanna Newsom and there’s honey and monkeys and bears and dust and when I wipe the tears from my eyes the birds come down from the sky and show me what it is to be a man and when I’m dizzy I catch her scent and get…

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Author: Nicole Lyons

I am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

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