Quite uncertain
vocabularies—
I tell you,
you're an angel
and this living is throwing daisies
into a slip
up, where I'll peck
at the bottlenecked bellyache
until the confession
snivels a whistle blow,
a pea whistle
in the ellipsis
where I rely
on good intentions.
An Overheard Compliment By Kristen Orser
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