I don’t care. This wonderful, crazy, feminine collage of ribbon and paper says so much about me as a woman. This is what I really like. Polka dots and glitter and bright colors and all of that. I think this is good. It maybe doesn’t require a great deal of technical virtuosity, but it gets across the mood and meaning that I want it to in my opinion.
“Sylph” by Abigail Cloud is a rich, decadent read.
My sentences are sprinkled
with snowy asterisks.
So many cold specific species
of special considerations.
Compounding the temerity of
this informational vacation
through the paradise of lingua franca
A virga, purple and inconsistent.
In the meadow between my
thoughts and their definitions
snowstorm as crepuscular ballet.