to regret

unite the dots
upon each leg
to watch a parasol
turn on crooked landings.

sunken in the spot
the sun loves most.

crouched but undecided
as to whether a dangling finger
is worth the strain and theatrics
that end in the hunger of wildfires.

wings spread like jam
and her core is rotted.

a woman at the corner
with dulled layers matted
has waved to a passing sedan
securing the murmurs of one lost.

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