Ladybugs Fold Like Violet Silk Winters, Pat Their Heads to Make Them Love You
In an aberrant church ladybugs
Sleep on illuminated cushions
No profit in pressed flowers hanging from balloons
Stale cities sinking in quicksand
Abrupt favors printed on sheets are distributed by snails
Divisions of squirrels crowd your windows
Pat their heads and they will like you
A cute girl dies and its elbow lies torn in the grass
We fold like violet silk winters
Writer/s: Anne-Eris
