02.08.19
there was one day he was dreaming
perched on his ledge
remembering his father, the panther
and then
he was
falling
he doesn't sleep there anymore
he chooses the sun
the way the light soaks into the linoleum
the way his darkness magnetizes
to draw the warmth in
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
