written by: Sanjeev Sethi
Solitude merges with mercuriality
to create our merry-go-round in the
fair of fine living. In this exchange
we’ve no loquiturs: energies impatient
to assimilate leaven. I wanna lisp a
lipogram to realize you’re my ABC.
Reins from galumph to gallop are not
with us. One cannot wish away wounds
only wipe the exudation.