Dear Nathaniel,
It's 1:15 in the morning,
and I cannot write.
Dear Nathaniel,
there's a dog,
barking.
Dear Nathaniel,
I wish it would stop,
crying.
Dear Nathaniel,
I'm too scared
to sleep alone.
Dear, dear Nathaniel,
is this how it feels—
to be locked.
Dear Nathaniel,
I'm sorry,
I cannot write.
«______»
Nathaniel is the name of a character I was writing or not writing for that matter. XD
And this is really not that great, but I'm going to put this up anyway.
YOU ARE READING
h a i m i s h
Poesía. . . haimish; moon talks, and alleyed pyols. . . . homes a collection of snippets from the times I feel most at home. prose/poetry
