Sunfed Shapes - Inlets

Pressured feet tip toes along laundered clothes

Into a clustered snap, why our waiting game?

Far enough, her hair smells like hunger spells

Lately she creeps in for all my wishing wells

Oh my word, what did you bring me now even though I’m fed?

I can’t eat this

Smooth like seeds we bend into sunfed shapes

Beside myself with grief as I waste the day

Oh my word, what did you bring me now

Even though I’m fed?

I can’t' eat this