there is a draft in my life,
at the mom’, it numbers 302,
full poems, not ready for you,
scraps, titles headings, but!
no body’s attached, not me, not you,
rather not mine, not yours
“and yet”
there’s this thing brewing in my
my coffee’d lifetime, part breast,
part chest,
a titch of eyes,
magnum of guts’s probiotics
busy swapping
places, with earlier versions,
and wondering which one’s
weighted wright
and which
one is
being wringed wrong
by the bye,
this one is number
303, three oh three,
until it get be-lived,
and added to the list
of thousands
I have birthed
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
there is a draft in my life,
at the mom’, it numbers 302,
full poems, not ready for you,
scraps, titles headings, but!
no body’s attached, not me, not you,
rather not mine, not yours
“and yet”
there’s this thing brewing in my
my coffee’d lifetime, part breast,
part chest,
a titch of eyes,
magnum of guts’s probiotics
busy swapping
places, with earlier versions,
and wondering which one’s
weighted wright
and which
one is
being wringed wrong
by the bye,
this one is number
303, three oh three,
until it get be-lived,
and added to the list
of thousands
I have birthed
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