With good change I will need you in public,feeding the birds.
Holding hands.
Glaring at men's eyes.
Thoughts get along so well,
Inflatable girlfriends swollen and flicker.
A clear distance that won't allow any realistic thought.
YOU ARE READING
Ghosts in my yard
PoetryThis book is dedicated to relationships, human and substance,it's all the same. Pain will leave enough scar tissue for a suit of armor but love, it is out there.
