famine

famine

By: Shine Ballard

i’m unsure if i feel more im
poverished, povero in times
of summer or winter, whether
of heat adhering, humidly
hewed, to the skin, (s)weltering
or of hope stole like breath, snowily
fleeting—condensation of some
part soma and some some part suppose(d)

have&lack : the chiaroscuro of being

Shine Ballard, otiose&outré, currently creates and resides on this plane(t).

You can find Shine @xShine14 on Twitter.

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