Offhand, Love. Offhand Love. Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

Offhand, Love. Offhand Love.



</>Downing the queer wine is not the first step.

fella, close your eyes, let him

do whatsoever he wants.

the lightning and storms outside trigger more of itself inside my body.

I oughta sketch the lightning to gem my mind..

yet, it's swiftly gone. so

the remaining thin soul of me

can only wait for further hunch

by sitting under a dangerous tree, not

inspired by an apple, but an awful lot of lightning..

The Vulnerable is poetic...

& it's loved.

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