Gills

4. She can’t pick up goldfish with her bare hands but she can pick up thrill with her smile she is ecstasy. She keeps my heart wild. I see sure takes of film when I watch her she mends my applause when it weakens she sews me true callings surrounding my ceiling developing distance learning laughter and forgetting we’re going to die. We’re a pulse-betting game, you and I. Jackpot steals the winner. The winner wins heaven when heavens out of town. Of course the winner wins. Of course she can’t pick up the goldfish she can see their pulsing hearts such red greatness such good life in that water heart through gills of guilt mottos of triangular sins of course the winner wins of course the winner wins of course the winner wins. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support