Holes in my
boston kreme donuts
are in my opinion
a forlorn depiction
incapacitating you
of filling your whole
hand in, where instead
you can only stick three
fingers, but it's better
than the winter drinking
rendezvous we had and I
couldn't hold onto anything
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
