Today I feel
like a piece of wood. I can see
the teeth of the saw. That’s what happens
when the psychiatrists
are authorized control. Continue reading
cold
Life Support
I feel like a slug
searching for something
wet and cold
to cling to, a post
of black metal
sweating
in the heat of the night. Continue reading
Under The Weather
If I were snow,
I’d conspire with the wind.
We’d twirl and dance around your hat
and bite your ears and chin. Continue reading
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