s i s t a s w e l l

the slight rotation on===my left hand
a middle finger fate 
i do not know how to hate 
but i recognize a play
within the breaks
the ones that stay, sway
you, my dear, become pungent 
within the den
release yourself and breathe again
for all our sakes
i do believe you to be good-natured 
somewhere in your mishap depths
but you are not well. my dear, when you dwell
in something not meant for you
spinning in the swell
- catté