the frog is to me.
green as a wheat-grass shot (kapow) but instead on my wall
like guts. green as shockingly as red.
the green is as shocking as red gets.
the frog within a dangered state,
palpating like a live heart would on my wall instead.
if the house had a heart inside its own chambers,
oh boy if these walls could feel.
magic is ambient, p.s.
i’d like to be a frog upon THAT wall,
someone must have said.
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