Dandelion

*Excerpt

 

…’ she was kindness at the guillotine,

saying, “Mercy!” –

each time I tried to make an executioner

of my own consciousness.

Her blouse,

a thousand martyred dandelions and a heart so chaste

I felt dirty just trying to steal a glance.’

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