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Kylie Jenner.
So the doors close
one after another row
they dance in merry go
round they clap her lows
she lost me queueing tolls
keys to my lock for no hope
Silent with a heavy drought
praising lips bent, crying out
cautiously using early clouds
silhouettes mirroring far doubt
drivel the clock’s earlier sprout
shaming a god’s thunder house
I'm dwelling in a rage
its face becomes pale
more lonely than nays
answers shot up space
I met who dented today
Falling heavier an apple
better with parent’s shoes
the breeze signed a bruise
scare of every tree with fruit
tumbling its slope of scruples
I held a mark I couldn't handle
This book marks my fifth shot at a sum of poetry for Kylie Jenner; it's been fluid, the words came clear, and with a nod to the past, I'm excited about how what happens next could fulfill a range of emotions seldom bought as appropriate with her. So while this is all her idea, I think it's a bottle with a message from me. I hope it finds my readers well, as much as I hope the bareness of what's yearned is perceived.
Worlds are made of words, pictures, sounds, and feelings; I'm glad the days can't recede with everyone I share these poems with. You all own all of my thank-yous.
With love, Frith.
