Princess, Quaintly

david-clode-341216-unsplashBy night the singing stars

glorified the pumpkin moon.

The princess, awaiting her carriage

asked a frog

how a prince would benefit her tale

before the frog puckered

and she roasted him for frog legs—

so convincing an argument he had made

she thought she’d be a prince herself

by the magic of consumption.

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Two Minds

we are of two minds,

you and I

vessels pitched toward

names left shapeless:

light to hold

by the comatose

mewling of silhouettes

as if breezes

no land here

only digital connections

between separate hearts

hoping to download a soul

Two Minds