It takes to your thumb like a fish in water. Do it a few times and listen to the sounds of the pages. Go to any random number and read a few sentences. Get it out of your system as you know you’re not… Continue Reading “Poem: In the Middle of the Book”
I am not the master of my space. I do not want to deal with this place. I have upset the apple cart many times. I hate the imperfect limes. I fall onto my knees. I brush away ugly fleas. I know the sound… Continue Reading “Poem: Apple Cart”
Get up in the morning. Put on some underwear. Already have a shirt on. No need to brush your hair. You don’t have any. Itch your arms a few times. The scratches before are still there. Only need some pants. It starts the day… Continue Reading “Poem: Pants Come Last”