Ready for the mirror Studying the proscription Kitten-healing proprioception It's been a mother and a therapist Pushing agency undercover To massage the charges of being as loose As claiming who one was is never love Nor is it friendship to any substantive end Mighty struggles for executive aims Even as this molasses thicket ruins your mind For the materialist crust of gods loaved into circuses Building instead toward tricksters' manifestations Of sustenance derived from kisses upon the forehead Fitting in with each other for any privileged afternoon Waltzing our needs in five-four sight Feeling you out whilst you bevel a smile into a heart ✍🏾 '<span query="get(title)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">She's Got The Look</span><span type="end"></span>' 📍 <span query="get(municipality)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">New London</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(province)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">CT</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(sovereignty)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">US</span><span type="end"></span>