rereading, rereading,
rereading one poem,
one line, one word,
one word that doesn't
mean anything, but does
rereading, rereading,
until i overflow with
the fizzling something
of that word, and create
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
