
W.N. Jirsak
marginaliamarginalia, you grow where no one meant you to
thin-stemmed, ink-veined,
pressed into the borders of things that matter morea flower no one planted
yet there you are
petaled in afterthought—————————em dashthere are marks meant to interrupt —
to extend a thought past where it should end;i think of you thenthe way you lean back in your chair
as if refusing closure
like waiting to be inserted
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)if you could show me
how you use that mark
would you,
mark?i tilt my page toward you
leave space where it might goand wait—for you
to place it
carefully
between what is said
and what is meant.our place in society
bittersweet marginalia—————————grindcore kinderwhore
watching r slash backdoorgore
dior tights, haute couture
flexing dads ol’ seven four
♥❄¯✲❄♫♪♩░H░E░L░L░O░ ♫♫♪❄¯✲❄

aka nora widad busch
*23.09.2003
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