"be professional"
unless . . . ?
beating heart never slows
berating fingers know where to go
everything is fine, we're okay
remember, look me in the eyes: you slay
let me know this moment
abject is the idea lent to
me that forever isn't forever
"be professional"
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
