On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you.
On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you.
“Show me your house,” said she As soon as we opened the door Now, on the eighth day The house is empty Mute, quiet, refusing to Wave goodbye It was my house She arrived at But in her departure, She left our...
How with feeling your eyes smiled today I cannot describe it, simply cannot They ask me to come for life And stay for children They promised me, That the thighs will remain curious Why the breasts are heavier, And why...
Today I tell you That I was walking in life With a waist hoop That has 360 mirrors around it Facing me, showing me who I am Any step I take Any way I look. Today I tell you That when I was young I fancied 360 versions...
And so, Chairs sat in a line that went around Into another line and came back around With us in them, in the conference room. I sideways to you, but half my heart, (Was it left ventricle, or the right one?) Already...
I unpack my bags
Clean my dishes, wash my clothes
And write poetry
Pedantic as me,
Not fantastic as you
Now that the cascade of words subsided It is quiet, You are clear. Now it would’ve been nice You making coffee, I making Idle banter. We disagreeing On million little things Agreeing on One Big Thing Such as: you...
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