Artemis Under The Fluorescent Lights

In the slip of her hair, there is immensity

I am cloaked, held, burned

Her head is tilted

Oh God, the world is in her shoulders

And she smiles like an arrow

at me

I drown in her laugh

This poem is about: 
Me

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