she’s asleep - tanka

Malcolm Liepke, American Painter

she’s asleep,
dreams of chrysanthemums
trickle down her nipples…
her insides
are nothing but mercy


birds
listen to her breathe
until she breaks
like a branch…

dawn has not arrived

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