7/13/13:
You are alive like I have never seen,
not in trees and trains or the shape of the stones on the East coast.
You are the subtle spur of a stick and poke tattoo,
carving my sides in 4 a.m calligraphy.
YOU ARE READING
The Sagittarius
PoetryThe Sagittarius is a chronological collection of poems I've written over the past year and a half that are all specific to one topic. Some are very brief and some are longer.
