the broken washer|dryer has found a home.

[photoflood]

lungs compressed, tight &
caught up in a breath-
less air
with green feet & green eyes
absorbed in green grass
& colored skies
the breadth of her world
crumbles into apple pie
crust & mantle
core
cherry pits fall
in spring &
the angle of the ground dips
she utters,
"i'm sure it's just
the size of my hips."