Garland Jodie Jeen
Garland Jodie Jeen Poems
My Melting Snowman
</>Your finger points to the highway
cars at high speed i'm afraid..
whenever there is a running race
i get the last prize by reaching the finishing line late
it's too late to give you a say..
Your finger is just a spray,
but man, I believe you.
You're another robot? You're too cold to be one..
You can't be time-tested, not to mention a legend.
I know now; you point a way for me to go
Want me to leave you...can i leave you be?
then you melt...
I 'm still walking further away from you.
I think to...
</>The visual dimension limits my vision
but my olfactory nerve is still active
I smelt the spermine
Temperature after intimacy
Is that an invasion or a mergence?