Not Today

not today:
my mind does not linger on sweetness
softness of brutality—
i am not preoccupied
with the summer rain
or the breeze that shakes the leaves
right off of the plush,
sprouting trees;
my only lust comes from miles away
and the only sense of humor i have
was left in my vacant room.

not today: i don't feel it

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