What does the Poet need?

Dancing Wombs

Dancing Rosaries

Fire in the Well

Skeleton Hands

Runner’s High

Burning Soul Ties

The Ghost Behind the Door

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Bespoke

Bespoke …and because I live in the realm of things fine and glorious, I found myself bespoken to a legion of fanatical interests — repurposed into dull, unvibrant entities. What could I expect from such illogical creations, whose fatality begins with the first breath of my unspoken air? How can I