Little Pink Matches

Grace follows a girl who

whispers love and wears a sweat in

gentle tufts; corn and



Positively lovely, adorning

the sky with curling lace and

little pink matches, waiting

to strike.


45 rpm, soprano lilt;

return dear scent, fond meal

of memory and breath

long past.








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