i didn't care what his name was
the pin presented it clearly
and he was taking his sweet time
packing my groceries
my father waited
tapping his foot impatiently
i think of you again
and the freedom
the car
the bags of clothes and food
that would get us out of here.
YOU ARE READING
the lowest heights
PoetryI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
