release

read you like a script, I’m afflicted
predict your palm imprints like I’m gifted
pretending you’re calm, it’s addictive
your alms won’t solve it, unacquitted

She won’t salve your broken lips.

rippled mirror images, false lineages,
bliss in careful wishes, hissing edicts,
swimming with fishes, starfish rings
and octopus promises.

It’s shifted.