Heel. Heal

I can’t scrub the stain from my third flaw.
I can’t wear my father’s genes, they’re oversized.
Breathe in a flour from the king’s garden, my love.
She blue her nose over her dead lover’s grave.
Heel me of my affliction.
Rest your head on my chest my deer.
We can’t be too board and sober!

Younglan Talyoung