::plight of palaver::
By Amber June
running into randoms, a mission street
calling everyone in passing my dad
upchuck ires through digital writing pads;
emotionally now feels incomplete
we meet and greet to excrete the sweet beat.
a cathartic attempt to lose the had
an answer to seduction’s’ personal add
subject to object, a fine fancy treat
aching adieu to this phonetic affray
the newly relinquished not to be missed
becoming a pretense ne plus the prey
my mental measure ceased you to exist
plights’ palaver reducts our connection
by me to you is lost the affection