devious chicken stick plucking
the skin from my sickness. form
left between the fingernail clippings
you flicked behind the orange chair
when no one was looking
I went there. spite. smite me.

cold tea but the warmth is
still in the air.

decided not to make up my
other mind. knew before I did
the locus exploded around all
wasted time. hearing without
listening I couldn't tell you
the first thing about it.

still here but not even sure about
my lingering confusion.

this is great.

thanks jade.

but if there is anyone who doesn't like it, well, i'd like to know what's wrong with it.

or what you didn't like

or what I could do better

words can be such an enchanting entanglement.... loved it, would love to read more....