I remember when I wanted to write
Words flowing out from the slit in my belly
My eyes rolled back, mouth agape, tongue rolled out and full of flies
September 8th, 2017.
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honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman
Poesíahoneysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018
flies
I remember when I wanted to write
Words flowing out from the slit in my belly
My eyes rolled back, mouth agape, tongue rolled out and full of flies
September 8th, 2017.
