untitled poem

Fail a little folly

Folly in a word

Folly

Huddled like a kitten

in linen

Moss and wormwood in kittens part

My baby

Sandalwood got envy

My broke stabbers did die delighted.

All at rest best seen by

cemetery angels

crying with their statues

and winning with their sweet beauty.

I sin tomorrow,

when I wake up.

Failed to be someone

who grew a measurable distance.

Fat little folly