short poems, because national poetry month.

chrysalis sweetpea poddivining goldenrodfrom thistles, silk emerge nestled quintupletsmultiple upsetssilence, the funeral dirge. His eyes are dead,they don’t do their job.And still we walk toward him. auscultation i gave awaymy stethoscopeso i could hearyour insides better throw on a black dressyou think i’m intriguingnot as much as the sight of you leaving Koyaanisqatsi when didstressbecome a noun? Thor […]

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