I like a blank silence
and that I get too high
to hear words flare out—
I fog up windows
because I don’t want
angry spittle in my eye.
It’s okay to be lonely
and twist myself away
from nagging hands—
there’s no tension
in a bouquet of vapors,
just a softly unfocused smile.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
your words always resonate with my soul. it is like a magic.
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I think with the legalization more people are going to be “in a bouquet of vapors”!
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i was about writing something serious than you… dummy XD
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i feel this one soothing, like the tea i’m brewing
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Your vivid description makes for a wonderful moment . . . morning coffee and poetry!
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Your poetry is crazy good!!!!!!! I hope you are sending it out to magazines!!!
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this is so good.
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I always look forward to your work and images!
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I have never read poetry and thought, that sounds a little like the one and only Ms. Dickinson. That I did when I read your work is saying something. Keep it up.
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