Poetry is a dream I had. I left myself to hang in my closet at 15. Poetry is the fear you can't look in the eye of the middle night: the fear of your corpse dangling and lifeless.
I wrote you down. I handed you to my English teacher and she accused me of plagiarism.
Life has accused me of poetry ever since. I had no choice in the matter. Nor will I ever.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
Poetry is a dream I had. I left myself to hang in my closet at 15. Poetry is the fear you can't look in the eye of the middle night: the fear of your corpse dangling and lifeless.
I wrote you down. I handed you to my English teacher and she accused me of plagiarism.
Life has accused me of poetry ever since. I had no choice in the matter. Nor will I ever.
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