I wish all my writing depicted gaggles
wedging south over mossy lakes.
They more often wander to legs,
tangerine tongues, the taste
of sweat and smell of cheap hairspray;
for thoughts like these, I feel no
shame.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
I wish all my writing depicted gaggles
wedging south over mossy lakes.
They more often wander to legs,
tangerine tongues, the taste
of sweat and smell of cheap hairspray;
for thoughts like these, I feel no
shame.
