What if you and I were best friends
What if we laid, belly-up
In a sweater of stifling prairie grass
And I plucked pearl blossoms
Out of the walls of straw
And placed them in your tall hair
What if you grew horns
And I grew antlers
The pair of oddities we always once were
And we roamed the endless underbrush
Until our hooved feet gave way to footprints
fleeing the sand
Where the tide will continue to sweep us
back and forth
Until one of us cannot take it and either
swims to shore
or drowns.
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Poetry Journal Uploaded
PoetryThis is a digital copy of my physical poetry and prose journal. While it is meant simply to be a backup, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading what you find in here! This journal goes back almost two years now so I hope I have improved, and I thin...
