like a bird that sips on satin and silk,

the buzz behind its dips into the nectar


And I turn the world,

while it illuminates and flickers at my fingers.

He drops his feet

at my command

and sings the sewers hum

into the satin jacket’s hem.


Published by: Nic Jean

Nicole Jean Turner is an artist from the Greater Boston area with an affinity for vignettes, napping outdoors, and conversations that confront the human condition. She got her master's in writing at 21, and expects to pay off her student loans by age 87

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