like a silhouette
or a cavity
not candle wax
to make a mold
in the cold
a canker sore
my knees
skinned to the bone
will not bend
to bow down
no crown
upon her head
she will not fool me
a jester
juggling words
artifacts
pulled from her hat
and i see through her now
canning
you are the scent
of the sky
tumbling down for me to touch
gathered up in lavender jars
i save you for another day
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