Hiroshimashe exhales, hiroshima mushroom bomb, evacuates, a stream like a locomotive dashing outHiroshima
her mouth the seams on her denim jeans communication through sidewalks it's nature and cities and broken- down slums vacant in her world yet
surrounded the storm-colored dance escapes through her pink lips stay gentle i am your ribbon of ashen breath, labyrinth-like the ovals in the cat's eyes don't
promise anything, won't warn omen of suspicions: he's watching you're diamonds and
i'm spades steam erupting a vase man's cruelty cannot
