Solvent
Grudge demanded she freeze, it
fed her shrinkage. Dwelling corroded
portions. Our hero didn’t snap. She’s
whoever gets it done. Water wheel
and open window. White paper and
coloring view. Sunflower rejecting
echo. This frame a coyote pack
invades her bedroom. They propose
toxic rumination. She won’t cooperate,
won’t scrap either. Her rifle is retired.
Buried. They drool glue. She’ll change
their headspace, or she’ll glide above
them, unhooked.