Note
from you
yesterday.
right-leaning hand,
halfway to escape;
mail from the grave- so _you_.
map to cash, rules to live by.
I burned it all; fed your gray urn.
Come spring, I’ll quarter you to far woods,
so you can’t find all your pieces again.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
Note
from you
yesterday.
right-leaning hand,
halfway to escape;
mail from the grave- so _you_.
map to cash, rules to live by.
I burned it all; fed your gray urn.
Come spring, I’ll quarter you to far woods,
so you can’t find all your pieces again.
this is an etheree form poem inspired by Shay Caroline Simmons poem- https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5141950/sky-earth-sky/
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