11/06/2020

Happy Light

My dear Guadalupe, 

please step away 

from that trademarked 

aura.  And take your angel

and that crescent moon

along with you.


It’s not that I 

haven’t loved you 

all these years, it’s just 

that I've run out 

of space in this room

for shadows.


[LSS, 11/6/20]

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