slick jawed and sweet
she sleeps
ink drips to paper
something brews in a pot or a brain or a saucepan
the tv is on
blue light casts over her face
Amy Jade, with her hand open and her heart a mess of storm.
YOU ARE READING
darling: poems by colleen cosette goodman
Поэзияtrying to foster the art, trying to love the life. colleen cosette goodman © 2018-2019
