Kayla Ellenbecker Tuesday Again (One)

I paint on window panes to make this particular return
Hollow fictions out of fog
Loosing condensation from asylum
Wrapped in sheets of glass I lie into myself
Press against cool vacancy
Flat palms uncup nothing, uncoupled
Perennial gloom may also produce an agitated solution and quicker step
I hatch spiders in my long hair
Settle clusters behind cupboard doors
Little girls look up at me shining

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