Ghost by Paul Michel

post

devouring (news/papers) like
fennel

seed / i find myself
disheveled

and abhorred, hair
in

a messy (ballerina) bun.
my

baby rabbits

/   leap and swirl     /

and swallow feelings in
little black carpet curls

(oh,  bunny)

keep them coming.
the

news goes dark like
diane arbus

and i rock my 50's world
with

a sparkly fur t-shirt and a
bent

for hopping
away...